He raised her chin, placed his alcoholic lips against her gentle chin, and bit her suddenly.
"snort."
Zhuo Jian groaned in pain.
"Don't hum."
Fu Yanye ordered.
Zhuo Jian was calm and did not dare to make any more noise, and quietly grabbed the sheets with one hand.
He has been very strange recently, so strange that she thought he was ignorant at first and then became convinced that he was ignorant.
He went from her chin to the corners of her lips, and then suddenly sucked her lower lip, sucking hard.
Zhuo Jian's hands gripped the sheets harder, and it wasn't until he deliberately bit her lips that she couldn't help but "hum" again.
"No humming, huh?"
He ordered again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with red eyes and looked at him angrily.
She doesn't know what he's going to do?
Suddenly, he bullied her like this.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhuo Jian almost bit her lip. He suddenly let go of the side of her neck and asked her in a hoarse voice, "Isn't it okay?"
Zhuo Jian's face, which was already burning, became even more burning: "No."
"You know what I mean?"
He tilted his head slightly, and his lips covered the edge of her ear.
She is indeed 'particularly' sensitive there.
And although her daughter was taken away by Wang Yue, the little pillow was still there. The taboo feeling almost made her collapse.
Want him to...
roll.
But when he made a fuss, he didn't seem like someone who had known her for more than 20 years. He looked like...
They have been married for many years, but the two of them are very empty. They just hang out a few times for the sake of the children, and then they have no impression of her, but suddenly they are not satisfied with her?
Zhuo Jian thought about how he felt about her at this moment, and couldn't explain it clearly.
But he was really messing around tonight.
So when we went downstairs the next day, everyone thought the two of them were going to continue their cold war.
The silk scarf around Zhuo Jian's neck was suddenly pulled off, and then everyone fell silent.
But before that, Zhuo Jian had been stared at since he got up. He seemed to have heard the toilet ring and opened the door, and then stood at the door looking at her.
The hair on Zhuo Jian's whole body stood up at the sight of him.
But before her hair could stand on end, she saw her neck in the mirror.
She has delicate skin that turns pink at the slightest touch, but she can't do it now, so last night, he, did he just toss her neck hard?
Does she still want to meet someone?
Fu Yanye seems very proud of his work.
In the mirror, she looked at his eyebrows with her big eyes, always feeling that he was quite proud.
She lowered her head to wash her face, and while she was looking for facial cleanser, she saw him standing there, and she began to feel a chill on her back again.
He waited for her to wipe her face before he came closer and stood side by side with her naked upper body. He brushed her face every minute. When she was squeezing out the toothpaste, he said, "Please squeeze some toothpaste for me."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him in the mirror, then squeezed the toothpaste into the mirror, without aiming, and sent it to his hand.
Fu Yanye frowned: "Didn't you enjoy yourself last night?"
"..."
What?
What are you not enjoying?
"Why are you so absent-minded today?"
Fu Yanye looked at her in the mirror and asked, then took out a piece of paper to wipe himself clean, and then encouraged her: "Come again, there will be no problem this time."
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he was blushing, then he looked down at the toothbrush and squeezed out the toothpaste for him carefully.
"Sure enough, I feel guilty. I dare not not take it seriously if I am guessed about the central issue."
"..."
Zhuo Jian just wanted to give them two words, "Death".
But recently, she didn't want to go against him too much, after all, she was already thinking about other things.
Afterwards, the two of them didn't talk much, and stared at each other while brushing their teeth.