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Chapter 1887

Chapter 1887

If she still had nostalgia, she wouldn't be like this.

At this moment, she was stroking his heart, just using this ambiguity to make him confused.

But she underestimated his determination.

He is now more rational than ever.

He just wanted to be delirious with her, not really.

He hooked her waist with a little force and said, "Which part do you still have nostalgia for?"

He was quite interested in this matter.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, suddenly confused.

She was very serious about setting a trap for him.

"For example, you just cared about my cold hands."

Her eyes moved quickly, remembering his gentle care just now.

"Oh? What else?"

He entangled her hands that were messing around on his chest and spread them flat on his chest, preventing her from touching them any more.

"And you love your daughter very much."

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and no longer looked at him.

"Do you have anything else?"

Fu Yanye was bored with this.

"Anything else?"

Zhuo Jian's pretty eyebrows frowned slightly.

"For example, in bed."

"..."

What Zhuo Jian didn't expect was that she originally wanted to take him away, but instead he led her away.

She looked up at him with clear eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

Those so-called bed affairs are really unforgettable.

"some."

"But I didn't."

"At once......"

Let that be a thing of the past.

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was suddenly sealed.

He didn't want to hear it anymore.

He just wanted to kiss her.

"Fu Yanye."

Her voice was muffled.

This time he was no longer satisfied with the sweet taste between his lips and teeth, and quickly kissed her neck.

Then her toes lifted off the ground and she was picked up.

Zhuo Jian opened her eyes nervously. Her legs had already been placed on his strong waist. She looked at him in horror: "Fu Yanye, I will hate you if you do this."

"Hate it."

Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, becoming more forceful.

Soon, he put her on the sofa and pressed on top of her.

He was condescending, as if determined to taste his prey.

Even if the prey is poisonous.

Zhuo Jian lay there and looked at him as if he could no longer bear it.

"Fu Yanye, calm down, you are not like this."

She tried to save it.

Restore his restraint and calmness.

"uh-huh."

Fu Yanye gave her a smile in his eyes, and his long and gentle fingers pushed up the large T-shirt she was wearing.

Zhuo Jian held his wrist: "You can't do this."

"I can."

He held her wrist in his hand and wrapped her T-shirt around her wrist.

"Be good, you will be free after tonight, huh?"

When Fu Yanye kissed her again, she avoided him, and there was danger in his voice.

free?

Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped resisting and just lay there numbly, feeling his lips suck on her skin.

Yes, you will be free after tonight.

Isn’t it just doing it?

It's not like they haven't done it before.

He was just unwilling to accept that his amnesiac self had no memory of being married to her, so he just wanted to be satisfied.

Even though she had clearly figured it out, a very fresh thorn still grew in her heart. The thorn became harder and stronger, piercing her heart straight.

"etc."

"Um?


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