"I don't have anything, so why should I torture you?"
Her voice was muffled and she was almost speechless.
Besides crying, it was the only thing she could do without any effort.
Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time. Finally, he stepped forward with his long legs, his tall body pressed against her, and pressed her head on his shoulder, "Yes, you have nothing."
Zhuo Jian just breathed hard and could do nothing more.
The whole room was silent, as if in mourning.
Silently mourning for the innocent love she had when she was young, which finally turned into ashes.
Silently mourning that the promise he had made to her was finally burned to pieces.
——
I don't know how long it took, but he stepped back and ordered: "Go upstairs."
Zhuo Jian stood unsteadily against the wall and looked at him when he heard his words, "I'm not going."
"Do you think you are still qualified to lose your temper with me?"
"But I have nothing, and I'm not afraid of you."
Her voice was trembling from too many tears, but she was still stubborn.
This is also her last stubbornness.
Nothing is left but stubbornness.
Fu Yanye was stunned by her lackluster voice for a moment, and then he nodded, "Then it's right here."
He raised his hand to pull off her clothes.
Zhuo Jian pressed his hands against the wall behind his back, motionless.
Where is love?
Anyway, she is just a piece of meat, he can turn it over as he pleases, as long as he can still eat it.
She thought it must be hard for her to chew now.
She'd better be smelly and hard and disgusting to him.
Zhuo Jian just looked at him stubbornly, and her tears seemed to be almost dry. Only the tears on her chin made her unhappy.
She is patient, and Fu Yanye is even more patient.
He simply stepped forward again and unbuttoned her clothes unhurriedly.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that Liang Yu touched him, and then he muttered: "You'd better clean yourself up before touching me."
"I don't even think you're dirty."
"You are the one who is dirty."
Zhuo Jian's beautiful eyebrows furrowed and she roared stubbornly.
The person in the world who is least qualified to dislike her is him.
"Yes, I am dirty, but I want you just because I am so dirty."
Fu Yanye was so angry that his hand movements became a little heavier.
"Do you want love or not? Anyway, I'll just treat myself as dead. Mr. Fu can come as he pleases. I don't feel anything."
Zhuo Jian was scared in her heart, but she was even more stubborn in her mouth.
"..."
Fu Yanye stopped moving his hands, and he had to admit that her words stimulated him.
"Go on, why did Mr. Fu stop? Haven't you wanted to do it for a long time?"
Zhuo Jian glanced at his stopped hand and felt excited.
"Why did your mouth become so prickly?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"Isn't Mr. Fu teaching you well through words and deeds?"
Zhuo Jian responded nonchalantly and was stubborn.
Fu Yanye felt that with her stubborn appearance, she was even more ignorant than their son.
There was something warm in my heart, and I wanted to soften my heart, but when I thought of her running to the airport, when I thought that she didn't want anything, he didn't want anything, not even the child she regarded as her life, and he put his hand on hers.
Looking at the sexy little sling on her thin waist, he immediately picked her up, turned around and left.
Zhuo Jian was startled and reflexively hugged his head with both hands. In fact, she just thought she was going to fall to death.
"You want to suffocate me with this? Or..."
Fu Yanye had to stop, buried his face in her heart, and sighed helplessly.
Zhuo Jian immediately let go without saying anything.
Fu Yanye didn't care and walked forward while holding her in his arms. She lost her center of gravity and leaned back, feeling as if her waist was about to break.
A pair of warm and powerful palms dragged her back before her waist was broken, which made people feel terrified.
The two looked at each other, Zhuo Jian felt shy and nervous, and didn't know how to react for a moment.
"Do you believe that I'm letting go now? I'll beat you to death."