Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping person. She had slipped out of his arms and found a comfortable position to continue sleeping.
Raindrops kept hitting the car body, Yuan Man and Chang Xia tried their best to control their breathing so as not to disturb the people behind them.
Chang Xia raised her eyes and looked at the situation in the rearview mirror, and in a rare act of consideration, she took a blanket from the cabinet next to her and sent it to the back.
Fu Yanye covered her from waist to legs.
"Don't touch, don't touch me."
She was still humming.
Fu Yanye paused in covering her with a blanket, and then covered her up gently.
Not touching?
It's all about him in the dream, how about not letting him touch me?
He thought that in her dream, the two of them were doing the most common thing between husband and wife, and the person who had been depressed for a long time suddenly felt much better.
She was still shouting his name in her dream, which shows how important he is to her heart.
There was a smile in his eyes again, and then when she fell asleep, he just stared at her, his eyes became more and more gentle, doting, and loving...
Zhuo Jian's weak arms were wrapped around his waist, trying to find the warmest place in his sleep, so she even tugged on his shirt and reached in from behind his waist.
The temperature in the palm of my hand was so warm and real that the sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head.
Then the person quickly got up.
Persuading her buttocks to one side was just under the seat, and when she almost fell, Fu Yanye frowned and hugged her tightly, looking at her angrily: "I'm just a mortal."
When he wakes up from the dream, he avoids him as if he is a demon, which makes him particularly unhappy.
When Zhuo Jian heard his words that he was just a mortal, his mind went blank.
I didn't remember anything for a moment, I just looked at him.
But his gaze was too scorching. After she recovered, she lowered her eyes and pushed his chest gently.
Fu Yanye picked her up and put her next to him, but he never let go of his hand, just looking at her straight.
Zhuo Jian was anxious and said softly: "Let go."
"What did you dream about?"
He suddenly asked her in a low and hoarse voice.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Did you do it?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him in shock, her face turning red instantly.
"Dream."
He read another word.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Suddenly, there was a bit of movement behind me.
Zhuo Jian pushed him angrily for a long time.
Fu Yanye deliberately let her toss and free up some space in his arms, but no matter how hard she tried, she still couldn't free up that little space in his arms.
In the end, he was pressed into the seat: "Why are you so anxious? What did you think I said?"
His eyes were obviously so direct.
Zhuo Jian felt that this person was really good at pretending, "Fu Yanye, don't bully others too much."
"If you can have a soft fragrance in your arms, what man wouldn't like to bully others too much?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless for a while, so she had to push him again, but no matter how hard she stretched her arms, she couldn't push him away. Finally, she felt her arms were sore before she let go.
The car was about to arrive at the old house, and Fu Yanye was still looking at her with so much love in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian raised his head and glanced out the window, reminding him: "We're home, get up quickly."
"Who just put his hand on my waist while he was sleeping? Zhuo Jian, do you know what you want?"
Fu Yanye suddenly asked her very seriously.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and then she looked straight at him.
What could she want?
It's nothing more than a relaxed and comfortable life.
Of course she also wanted to rely on him, but over the years, she had failed several attempts.
She really didn't dare to try again.
"I want to leave you."
Therefore, when the car arrived at the old house, her voice was soft but determined.