"You lunatic, psycho, pervert, I want to divorce you, I want, um..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with some fear. From the initial depression to anger, her voice changed from murmuring to shouting.
Warm blood soon spread from his lips to his mouth and throat. Zhuo Jian raised his head and was forced to accept the bloody kiss.
I don’t know why, and I don’t know whose blood it is.
"How about a divorce?"
Fu Yanye had kissed her enough and wiped the blood on her lips with his thumb, threatening her.
"I! Want! Divorce!"
Zhuo Jian was trembling, but he said these words with extra certainty.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes were cold and stern, and he held her chin in place the next second, "Say it again."
"I want......"
"..."
There was no impact of words, but his lips pressed against hers again, making her sore lips even more painful and making her already intermittent breathing even more difficult to continue.
Outside, the rain was still hitting the window behind her mercilessly.
Inside, he was like a wild beast, forcing her to lose control of herself.
"Are you still talking?"
He kissed her so hard that she was about to faint before he finally let her go, gave her some breath, and continued to question her in a hoarse voice.
"You, go back on your word."
Zhuo Jian barely managed to maintain his breathing before finally saying this.
"Going back on your word? Who insisted on staying with me in the first place? How many years have you been patient with me?"
Fu Yanye asked questions one after another.
"you......"
Zhuo Jian couldn't ask again.
He remembered.
He must have remembered it.
"What am I? I originally planned to let you go, but this time I got sick and I realized that I can't be a good person at all. I am born to be a ruthless character. No matter if you are happy or not, I will never let you go."
"..."
Get ill?
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, unable to figure out what disease he was talking about.
"Whether you love me or hate me, I want you to be by my side. It's best to make me happy. If you make me unhappy, you will naturally suffer."
Fu Yanye pinched her slender waist, his hands no longer so heavy.
Zhuo Jian was still a little confused.
But the hand on her waist gently stroked her up and down, making her feel confused.
Finally, she held his hand and said decisively: "You remember it, right? You remembered everything, right?"
she asked suddenly.
She suddenly stared at him, searching urgently in his eyes.
"Remember what?"
"past."
"The past? A little bit, but not all."
"What?"
Zhuo Jian didn't believe it.
After all, his current animal appearance is nothing like the person he was before the fever.
"I just suddenly figured out that being happy is the most important thing."
"What?"
"Zhuo Jian, do you remember what I was going to do that night?"
He lifted her messy hair with his hand and asked her softly.
What was he going to do that night?
Zhuo Jian couldn't remember it for a moment.
He suddenly smiled, brought his thin lips to her ear, and whispered: "Be you."
Zhuo Jian was shocked and immediately turned to look at him. However, he easily held her and smiled at her, which made her hair stand on end.
"Fu Yanye, have you really not recovered your memory?"
Zhuo Jian asked him cautiously, looking at his sharp-edged features that deserved death.
"No."
He seemed to be annoyed and replied, then stared at her and lowered his head to kiss her again.
But Zhuo Jian hid quickly this time.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked into hers again with his dark eyes: "What do you mean?"
