Fu Yanye couldn't answer. There were gentle stars in her eyes, touching his heart as if it had been frozen for thousands of years.
"Can you agree?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't find the answer in his eyes, so he could only ask again.
"You want me to take personal care of you?"
Fu Yanye asked with a slight smile.
"of course not."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but he still refused readily.
"If it's not the case, why do you want to make demands on me?"
Fu Yanye asked directly.
Sometimes some words are blurted out without control.
"Then don't hug me."
Zhuo Jian acted angry.
"What's wrong with me holding my own wife?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
"Of course there is a problem. You forgot your wife. Now we are both strangers to each other."
"stranger?"
Fu Yanye frowned.
"Um."
"Strangers don't behave like us."
He wasn't happy with the word stranger, but he still carried her inside.
It's the bathroom.
He put her down and said, "Wash your hands first."
Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily, stood sideways and ignored him.
Soon, she heard the sound of water running after the faucet was opened.
Yes, anyone can forget to wash their hands after eating, but Fu Yanye doesn't.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but glance into the wash basin. He was washing very seriously.
Fu Yanye put his hands on his hands nonchalantly and glanced at her indifferently, "Wash your hands first, let's eat."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was very angry, but for some reason, he turned around, opened another faucet next to him, and washed his hands.
She was just very angry, and for a moment, she thought she could get him to promise her.
Why!
I still want to keep it simple.
Fu Yanye took out a piece of paper and wiped his hands, as always, slowly wiping each finger clean.
After Zhuo Jian washed her hands, she also wiped them with paper.
It's a habit.
After being together for many years, you will be like him, wiping your fingers clean one by one. Even if you are angry, you will be a little faster, but you will not miss a drop of water.
Fu Yanye looked at her movements, with a different emotion in his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian didn't find anything wrong, but she just wanted to go out angrily.
I failed to get him to agree to my request. I failed.
Just now, he seemed particularly talkative.
What about her?
Are you making demands just because he is easy to talk to?
You thought you could be pampered, but in the end, you were rejected?
The look on Zhuo Jian's face became more and more indulgent, but when she was about to leave, she took just one step and was stopped.
His arms were long and he could easily stop her.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at his arm blocking her chest, and asked in a stiff voice: "What are you doing?"
"Angry?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and asked patiently.
Zhuo Jian turned and looked at the wall, "I don't dare to be angry with Mr. Fu."
"Isn't it okay if I promise? Don't be angry."
He coaxed softly.
Zhuo Jian felt a warm current in his heart and looked up at him, still angry.
Why didn't you agree from the beginning?
Fu Yanye's hand gently held her shoulders, and with a little force, he led her towards him.
Zhuo Jian didn't expect that as he slowly exerted force, he couldn't stand firmly on his heels and was about to fall to one side.