Love, from sunset to sunrise, from dusk to dusk, from cardamom to sunset.
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The next morning it was cloudy.
The man on the bed slowly woke up.
The woman's vague voice said, "Fu Yanye, you were drunk last night."
Fu Yanye frowned slightly, and another voice suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Fu Yanye, you were drunk last night."
He slowly opened his eyes and saw clearly the person lying next to him. The face in his eyes suddenly overlapped with a young face.
"Brother Ye, you've been drinking."
"Fu Yanye? Fu Yanye?"
"so rude."
These four words came out of his mouth inadvertently.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she looked at him dully, forgetting to even breathe.
Fu Yanye moved, raised his hand and caressed the side of her face, "Who allowed you to call me by my name like that?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless and just stared at him blankly.
His warm and dry hands stroked from her cheek to the edge of her ear, and finally landed on her earlobe.
Fu Yanye.
She was about to call out his name again in her throat.
But in the end, she just looked at him so dreamily, unable to move her eyes away.
How have they ever been similar, this sentence.
Who allowed you to call me by my name like that?
Zhuo Jian felt nervous. Is he back?
Early in the morning, it was cloudy.
Is it a dream or reality?
She couldn't help but raise her hand to touch his face, her voice was hoarse and weak, "Fu, Yanye."
Fu Yanye saw the nervous and unconcealed excitement and expectation in her eyes, but a cool breeze filled her heart.
"I didn't remember."
he informed.
patiently.
Ruthless.
Zhuo Jian's hand touching his face slowly fell down.
But Fu Yanye held her hand and put her hand on her face again: "Do you miss that person?"
Zhuo Jian even wanted to call himself crazy.
Why do you want to cry?
But his eyes were already hot, and the tears couldn't stop flowing out.
Miss that person?
Isn't that person him?
What is she thinking?
Hasn't he always been there?
"I'm going to say I'm jealous, do you believe me?"
"..."
"Even if the person you are thinking of is me, that person is different from me."
Fu Yanye explained.
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath, and his breath was hot.
"You are all the same, domineering, strong and unreasonable."
"But you miss him more than you miss me."
"That......"
"Zhuo Jian, I really drank too much last night."
He suddenly blocked her mouth, sucked hard on her lips a few times, then put his head against her forehead, clasped the back of her head, and said these words to her.
He really drank too much last night.
"Um."
She choked, she knew.
Fu Yanye pressed the back of her head, making her forehead press against his. Within a few seconds, he couldn't bear to kiss her on the lips again. This time, unlike the few tossing and turning just now, it was difficult to stop.
Come down.
It wasn't until she was almost out of breath that he reluctantly slowed down, but when she was about to adjust to rest, he whispered: "Did I say or ask anything last night?"
"..."
There was a bang in Zhuo Jian's head.
He... last night
He just kept asking her if she loved him.
"Do you have?"
He asked again, insistently.
"No, no."
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes, not daring to breathe randomly, for fear that something amiss would arouse his suspicion.