Fu Yanye's hand wrapped around the strap of her pajamas suddenly disappeared after she finished speaking these words.
The straps of her pajamas were torn apart easily.
Zhuo Jian felt the fabric around his waist loosen, and suddenly felt a little cold, and looked straight at him with clear eyes.
"Of course she wants to live with you, but you are not the only one in this family, right?"
Fu Yanye's voice was not strong, but it was full of intimidation.
"uncertain."
Zhuo Jian grabbed his wrist and squeezed it.
Fu Yanye smiled, lowered his head, and gently rubbed his thin lips on her neck, "Say it again."
His voice became hoarse.
"No, Fu..."
"Fu what? Think about it later."
His hand didn't move anymore, but his chin felt slightly tingly in the hollow of her neck.
"Fu Yanye."
The most delicate and helpless sound.
She really wanted to cry.
It wasn't because I was teased.
It's because he is so tormenting.
Zhuo Jian didn't even know what he was teasing, but he really couldn't do anything now. They both knew this.
But he just flirted, and he was very capable of flirting.
At first, Zhuo Jian doubted that she could not sleep.
Unexpectedly, she was exhausted and fell asleep after struggling with him for a while.
Fu Yanye, on the other hand, is strong and strong, and can even get up and take a cold shower after sex.
——
Early the next morning, it was snowing lightly outside.
"Snapped!"
The sleeping person was awakened, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian struggled to get out of bed and walked as quickly as possible to the bathroom with bare feet.
Fu Yanye's slender body was kneeling in front of the sink, holding the edge of the sink with both hands and resting his forehead on it.
There was his cracked razor on the floor.
Zhuo Jian held her hand on the door frame and cautiously stepped forward after feeling that he was still breathing, and whispered: "Fu Yanye."
There were many voices in Fu Yanye's ears, Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye...
Fu Yanye turned his head and glanced at her. The person in front of him was a double image. He wanted to laugh, but before he could smile, he suddenly fell to one side.
"Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye..."
Zhuo Jian shouted in horror.
This was not the first time she saw Fu Yanye fainting. She knelt on the ground and held his head. Even though she had experienced accidents with him several times, she was still so flustered that she could hardly breathe.
When Fu Yanye woke up again, he was already in the car going to the hospital.
Without opening his eyes, he first smelled a familiar aroma.
"Hurry up."
The woman's anxious voice entered his ears.
"yes."
Wang Rui has already used the fastest speed.
Zhuo Jian was worried to death, fearing that one minute of delay would delay his treatment, until the hand she was holding wrapped around her fingers.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and he looked down at the hand she was holding.
The two people intertwined their fingers.
Then she saw his breathing.
Yes, his lips moved and he breathed unbearably.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian's voice was so low that she could hardly utter it.
She was afraid that she was hallucinating, and she was afraid that she would startle him.
"Don't be afraid, you won't die."
He had a splitting headache and did not forget to comfort him.
Just saying the word death makes people even more frightened.
Zhuo Jian burst into tears, and she was not angry with him at this time, but she knew that she would never let him say whether he should die or not in the future.
Fu Yanye reluctantly raised his head to look at her. Seeing how unhappy she was, he reached out and touched the top of her head: "You fool, you really can't die."
"you......"
Zhuo Jian was so angry, why did he say that word again?
"I just suddenly had a headache."
At that time, he really had a headache, as if he had been hit by something sharp.
He slowly lowered his hand down her hair and continued to press against her shoulder: "Don't be angry with me."
