Zhuo Jian's tears were flowing dryly, and they were extremely hot.
However, she couldn't make a sound.
Hainan?
Sure enough, he remembered everything.
Her heart trembled and she panicked for a while.
After about half a minute, she calmed down.
So what if he remembers it?
He was even more ruthless then, he always tortured her in thousands of ways, but she just wanted to run away, to a place where he couldn't see her.
"Zhuo Jian, it's too easy to give up, you know?"
He suppressed his emotions and spoke to her word for word in a hoarse voice.
"I don't know anything. I don't want anything. Really, I will give you all the children. I will never look at them again..."
She thought she could risk everything and part ways with him, but her voice became unclear unconsciously, and her heart ached. Those four little things were everything to her. She felt her chin tremble, and she was about to say
When I couldn't go down, my hot lips were also blocked.
In the dim carriage, there were hums of grievance and ambiguity.
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, and soon became angry.
He actually dared to kiss her. The woman just kissed him, and now he actually...
Doesn't he have a mysophobia? He is simply garbage.
Zhuo Jian tried hard to resist, even feeling a little nauseous.
Fu Yanye sucked her lips, pried them open, and then frowned while sucking the taste in her mouth.
It's the smell of smoke.
"Well!"
Zhuo Jian almost vomited.
Fu Yanye's anger suddenly surged to the top of his head, and he stared at her with black eyes.
Zhuo Jian was also full of hatred and looked at him stubbornly.
Fu Yanye stared at her chin: "Who told you to smoke?"
"Don't worry about me."
She looked at him with a face stained by tears and said stubbornly.
"I really didn't care so much that I made you forget about the heights of the sky and the earth."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he continued to kiss her.
It hurts.
But it hurts him.
Zhuo Jian bit his lip.
Fu Yanye's dark long eyelashes were slightly raised.
Her teeth bit his lower lip, and her tears melted into it.
Her breathing was unsteady and trembling, and she soon let go of him, and then Fu Yanye held her face and pressed her into the seat, kissing him harder.
The thing he is least afraid of in his life is pain.
After Zhuo Jian realized that she would stimulate his desire to conquer, she suddenly calmed down and let him kiss her indifferently.
Soon he stopped, held her chin and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him coldly with a pair of big tearful eyes, "You make me feel sick."
She was angry, and now she only felt that he was hateful and abominable.
"I made you feel sick? Then I don't mind making you even more sick."
He pinched her chin and forced her to raise her head, and then kissed him forcefully again.
Zhuo Jian pushed his shoulders with both hands, but in the end both arms were folded into his chest.
She was running out of energy, but he didn't seem tired at all.
What would he do if he intercepted her from the airport?
When they returned to Shengyuan, the car stopped and Zhuo Jian hugged the seat in front of her tightly and refused to let go.
Fu Yanye went in directly from her side, carried her on his shoulders with force, and took her home.
It was freezing cold inside the house, colder than the sea water outside.
He put her against the wall and held her waist with both hands: "Do you remember that night?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily.
In the darkness, her anger coincided with his.
What night?
She couldn't think of anything.
He sneered: "You were drunk and said you were mine."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was in disbelief, and then looked at him in disbelief.
Her tears had washed her face countless times.
She couldn't remember what night it was that made her say such crazy things.