When he was a child, he was just a sharp-tongued person.
"Zhuo Jian."
He called her again.
"What are you doing?"
It made her feel confused.
"Tell me about it."
He took off her hand and held it in his palm, demanding in a low voice.
"What did you say? That you gave me a sweet date every time you scolded me?"
"Is that so?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, thinking that everything she said was true.
"Of course it is? Otherwise, why would I like you? It's not because..."
Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling a little.
She stopped suddenly. She suddenly remembered the agreement in her bag.
It's in the past.
There was no need for her to be entangled, sad, or recall him again.
She looked at him until a tear suddenly fell down her face, and then she became anxious and twitched her hand again.
But he only exerted a little force and she was in his arms.
She struggled in his arms and then was pushed down on the bed.
She lost her voice and said, "Fu Yanye, let me go."
"What if I give you sweet dates now? Can you still like me?"
How could Fu Yanye let her go? He just looked at her with pitiful eyes and asked.
Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, just raised her hand to wipe her tears, then looked at his heart, "No."
"That doesn't matter to you."
Fu Yanye looked at her tearful eyes and said.
Zhuo Jian didn't react for a moment, and raised her watery eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye only glanced at her and suddenly kissed her aggrieved and trembling lips.
Zhuo Jian's breath was taken away, and he pushed his chest with both hands. He didn't push, but just opened his mouth to breathe before he died.
Fu Yanye took the opportunity to enter.
Zhuo Jian pushed him again, hesitating and hesitating for a long time, but finally she was wrapped around him, and her lips and teeth were linked to each other.
I don't know how long it took, but Fu Yanye held back the irritation and pressed it against her forehead: "I really want to leave you alone."
Don't care, just don't care.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he said such things, but he still held her so tightly and said angrily: "Let me go."
"kiss Me."
"..."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes in surprise, and after seeing him clearly, he felt that he was hallucinating.
"I get carried away with kissing you. You can push me away when I'm not prepared."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat quickened and she suddenly didn't know what he meant.
But he suddenly kissed her again, and her heartbeat was still so irregular.
What is he saying?
Did he know something?
Zhuo Jian couldn't suppress the little rabbit in her heart that wanted to rush out, and allowed it to continue running and jumping crazily, even though his hands had already entered her clothes.
The big light in the room was still on, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she felt it was shaking violently. She closed her misty eyes again and let him kiss her.
I don't know how long it took before she was carried into the bathroom.
Her lower abdomen had not recovered well after the birth, so she refused to look at him and said, "Get out."
She hugged her belly tightly, not wanting him to see her.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a moment, then kissed her again, and then forcefully pulled her clothes apart.
"Fu Yanye, what are you doing? Don't mess around, you can't do it..."
"I know."
He said he knew, but didn't listen.
Soon, her bra was exposed. Soon, he stopped, his dark eyes stared eagerly into her little black clothes, suppressed the fire, and said to her: "Take a bath by yourself, tonight we will
Sleep here."
There is no discussion, it is a decision.
She wants to listen to him.
He turned on the shower and stepped out.
Zhuo Jian listened to the sound of water behind her and watched the door in front being closed.
When I lowered my head and saw the thin fabric on my body, I was completely stunned.
He just...
same.
Zhuo Jian took two steps back, and the warm water hit her weak body, drenching her bit by bit.