The moment his lips pressed against hers, it was hot and heavy.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person who suddenly moved away from him, his heart still beating like thunder.
Why did he kiss her suddenly?
She couldn't speak, her throat seemed to be blocked by something.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, and there were countless back and forth between her eyes and lips.
He was unwilling to do so.
that's all.
But looking at her eyes that deliberately kept a distance, and feeling her hot breath.
Fu Yanye moved his eyes away from Zhuo Jian's gaze, put his long legs on the ground, and sat next to her in the same posture as hers.
He felt that he was too weak.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, wondering why he suddenly got up.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but pinch the back of his neck hard.
Just now, the woman's hands were soft and cold. He felt that it was not his problem. No one else could bear it.
"Not on a business trip?"
He diverted his attention.
"Originally, but it rained heavily."
Zhuo Jian responded calmly, still looking at him.
Fu Yanye looked out the window and suddenly smiled.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Some people's laughter is deadly.
"Or it's God's will."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he turned to look at her.
The two of them were slumped on the sofa, looking at each other thoughtfully.
However, something called the tranquility of time has grown up in the space.
God's will?
Or maybe.
Not long after, Fu Yanye leaned on her shoulder again, his voice filled with loneliness, and asked her, "Don't you wish me a happy birthday?"
Zhuo Jian said nothing, but lowered his eyes to look at the person leaning on his shoulder.
Although he didn't say anything, she just felt that he was unhappy.
Is it because we’ve known each other for too long?
That's why I felt his thoughts so quickly.
"Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
"Happy birthday."
"..."
Fu Yanye said nothing, but looked up at her again.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were clear and gentle, and she smiled, "Congratulations on turning one year older."
"..."
Fu Yanye was silent, but when he saw the sudden playfulness in her eyes, he couldn't help but feel excited again.
Zhuo Jian saw the dissatisfaction and scrutiny in his eyes, and then...
provocative?
Or is it to conquer?
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat. Before he could recover, the man's hot breath suddenly came closer.
Her warm and soft lips were about to be sucked by him again.
Just in the last second, he suddenly stopped.
He just narrowed his eyes and stared at her nervous look.
"You should be glad that I have a fever."
"What?"
Zhuo Jian tilted his head back slightly to keep a distance from him and asked him.
“I don’t want to bully pregnant women.”
Fu Yanye explained.
"..."
"few......"
While Zhuo Jian was stunned, her aunt suddenly opened the door and came in. Fu Yanye stared at her and moved away when he heard the door knock, then threw himself back and sat next to her.
The aunt lowered her head and brought two bowls of noodles over, "Young madam, please eat some with the young master. You will be very lucky if you eat longevity noodles."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, but couldn't help but look at him again.
He had leaned forward, although he still looked tired, but he picked up a bowl of noodles.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, thinking he was hungry.
In the end, without raising his head, he just put a bowl in front of her, and then took another bowl, "Together."
Zhuo Jian casually stretched out her hand to take the noodles he gave her, leaning forward like him.
The couple put their elbows on their thighs, holding noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and couldn't help but look at each other.