Zhuo Jian glanced at him quickly, then lowered his eyes.
Fu Yanye looked at her, pursed his lips slightly, and then chuckled: "I'm used to it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully.
"You're spoiled, aren't you? You're so spoiled that you don't care about my feelings. You forget that I'm your husband, a husband who can fulfill the obligations of husband and wife."
After he said that, he leaned into his ear again. Was it forcing? Teasing? Or teasing?
Zhuo Jian turned her face sideways, not looking at him, and controlled her breathing: "You yourself said you wanted to divorce me. You can't just break your words when you have a fever."
"That's more than what I said, but you only remember these?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice, while his hands continued to move on her shirt.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at his slender and sexy fingers pinching her buttons, her heart trembled, and she immediately raised her hand to hold his strong wrist.
Well, as soon as she grasped it, she knew that his power was too strong. If he really came, there was nothing she could do.
But she could use other methods.
Her pitiful eyes met his looking down at her, "Then what do you want me to remember? Your distrust? Or your philandering?"
"I didn't remember being in bed..."
He was in her ear, unhurried and flirtatious.
Half of Zhuo Jian's face felt inexplicably hot, and she thought she must be red.
What time is it, they are not sleeping, and why are they here like this?
Zhuo Jian looked at him and gradually became less afraid of him. He seemed to have regained his senses.
Was he so angry at that time because he thought she was going to elope with Liu Yuntian? Now he is sober?
So you're teasing her?
Like the night before he had the fever?
Just want to sleep with her?
Zhuo Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes at him became more and more blatant.
But in Fu Yanye's eyes, it made him crazy.
He couldn't bear it any longer and peeled her apart.
When she was distracted by his ambiguous seduction, three buttons of her shirt had already been unbuttoned.
A chill hit her, and she came back to her senses. Then when she saw her suspender belt exposed, she raised her hand and pushed him: "Even within marriage, you can't force me."
"I always thought it was flirtation."
"..."
"It's our special way of communicating."
"Shameless."
Zhuo Jian was angry and completely blushed.
Fu Yanye smiled, held her chin, lifted it gently, and kissed her again.
It didn't look like he was domineering and want to swallow her up just now, but like he was smoothing. What to heal? The wound on her lip? Or those hurtful words he just said?
Zhuo Jian pushed his chest with her hand, and then he pressed it into his chest.
This time, her palms were filled with the warmth of his chest, and gradually, her whole body felt hot.
"Baby, you hurt me."
He suddenly murmured, pressing his forehead against hers, his voice filled with pain.
He didn't want her not to know his heart.
He wanted her to know his unhappiness and pain.
Zhuo Jian breathed hard, she had the illusion that he was really hurt.
Just because she left when he had a fever?
Didn't he know that she also took care of him all night long?
In fact, if Wang Yue hadn't gone there at that time, she would not have left.
But is Wang Yue to blame?
Thinking about it, the two of them are about to get divorced, which is actually not surprising.
Maybe in the future, she and the Fu family will only have a cold relationship, and they only want to meet and chat because of the child.
"No matter who stops you from now on, you are not allowed to leave me, huh?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't know why her eyes were burning. Was it because she left those two words behind?
Why did he make himself look so pitiful?
"But, we are getting divorced."
Her hoarse voice raised.
"I remember something."
"What's up?"
"I once said that there will be no divorce in this life, only..."