As soon as Zhuo Jian finished saying these two words, she softened immediately when she saw his dark eyes, and looked at him with tender and resentful eyes to express her dissatisfaction.
It’s Chinese New Year, what’s the fuss about?
"I didn't see how energetic you were. I'll give you another chance."
Fu Yanye was even colder.
"New, happy new year."
But there are some things that the more forced they are, the more deliberate they become.
Not as good as the first time.
"Zhuo Jian, I'll give you one last chance. If you fail, you'll have to bear the consequences."
"How do you pay? I will pay you now."
Zhuo Jian no longer wants to cooperate with him.
For a pregnant woman, he actually asked for so much.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds, then suddenly smiled: "Are you going to pay me now?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian saw the dangerous information in his dark eyes, and her mind immediately buzzed.
But for a moment, I forgot to refuse.
And next, she was pressed into the sofa by him.
Not daring to press her stomach, he could only ask her to lie inside, while he lay on her side with his upper body raised and his face facing hers.
No words.
Zhuo Jian didn't even see him clearly.
He moved so fast that her only reaction was to move in. Actually, she wanted to avoid his approach.
Unexpectedly, the two people's positions were fulfilled, and they fit together ambiguously.
He kissed her lips and sucked the tip of her tongue.
His hand also reached into her sweater.
She is a pregnant woman.
She's going to give birth again.
Zhuo Jian reacted and began to protest with a groan.
Fu Yanye left her lips slightly, breathing heavily, looking at her with dark eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You have to pay for it now."
Zhuo Jian had difficulty breathing and felt a little dizzy.
"Be good and tell me nicely."
He sucked her lips, coaxing her little by little.
Zhuo Jian was completely guided, and her voice was soft and soft, "Xin, happy New Year?"
"calls me."
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian thought of his name, but after calling it, he realized that this might not be the title he wanted.
"It's not Fu Yanye."
As expected, he denied it.
"husband?"
Zhuo Jian didn't call him that for a long time.
In the tall hall, the light is warm and yellow, and the figures of men and women sit side by side on the old-fashioned sofa, making them charming.
The man's voice was deep and beguiling, and he whispered in her ear: "It's your Brother Ye."
"Brother Ye."
She couldn't remember anything about being kissed, and she even forgot to resist.
"Well, call me again."
That sound of um sounds like old wine.
"Brother Ye."
She whispered again.
"Call again."
He urged in a low voice with dissatisfaction, kissed the corners of her lips, and kissed her slender jade neck bit by bit.
"Brother Ye..."
After repeating this for countless times, Fu Yanye suddenly heard a buzz in his head. He stopped to kiss her, put his hands on both sides of her shoulders, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at her.
Zhuo Jian still held her chin up, and it wasn't until she couldn't feel him continuing to kiss her for a long time that she slowly opened her beautiful long eyelashes.
In the quiet space, the man's dark eyes moved from the woman's moist neck to her eyebrows, looking deeply at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.
He didn't know why there was a sudden murderous look in his eyes.
But she just followed him so much, why is he still like this?
Zhuo Jian endured the violent heartbeat and looked at him nervously, "What's wrong?"
"fine."
He suddenly left her eyes, stood up and sat aside.
Zhuo Jian stared at the roof for a few seconds.
Later, she slowly sat up while holding her belly, and awkwardly tucked her hair behind her ears. After sitting down, she made some mental preparations before turning to look at him again, "Did you think of something?"