Fu Yanye was wearing pajamas and asked that question as expected.
Zhuo Jian was so teased that he could not speak. He just stood at the door and continued to be angry.
What should she do?
"Go take a shower first."
Fu Yanye looked at her again, reminded her, and walked to the bed to get her cell phone to look at it.
Zhuo Jian saw him standing there looking at his mobile phone, but felt uneasy in his heart.
Of course, they are husband and wife.
What's a bath?
Insignificant little actions.
But once we decide to separate, we will feel uncomfortable in the same space again.
Zhuo Jian scratched the hair on the side of her face and put it behind her ears, and whispered: "I won't sleep with you."
Fu Yanye looked at her cell phone, and took another deep look at her with his dark black eyes.
That look was breathtaking.
But Zhuo Jian didn't raise her eyes and went directly to the bathroom avoiding his eyes.
Fu Yanye didn't know what state of mind he was in, so he sighed helplessly and then smiled.
She forgot to bring her pajamas.
Soon, many times when she was confused like this appeared in his mind.
There are still many good memories.
Has she forgotten everything?
He put down his cell phone casually and looked at this double bed. He had made her moan and cry squeamishly so many times before. What next?
Are they just letting it go?
He lay on the bed and went through their past years in his mind.
They met for the first time on the night she returned to China. At that time, she had not given up because of an agreement, but in the end she held a wedding with him and had a baby.
He could handle her then, but now he has to let it go?
Fu Yanye's mind suddenly flashed back to the delicate and sweet smile on her face at that time, as well as the quirky spirit that was now rare, and his heart suddenly felt like it was filled with honey.
However, I suddenly thought of that trip to Hainan, of her saying that we would never see each other again in this life, of how she wanted to take her son away from him...
The warmth on his face soon turned cold.
Zhuo Jian was already under the showerhead, and then she remembered that she didn't take her pajamas.
"Calm down, you must be calm."
People who are already wet can only comfort themselves while washing themselves clean.
Later, I wrapped a towel around my hair and dried my hair in front of the mirror. I blew it for half an hour, and my hair was all frizzy.
But going out like this is too much like refusing to welcome someone.
But you can’t spend one night here without going out, right?
"Knock knock."
There was a knock on the door from outside, and she turned to look at the door panel.
"Fu Yanye?"
She stood at the door and asked cautiously.
"Um."
Fu Yanye thought to himself, who else could be in this room besides him?
Zhuo Jian didn't know that she seemed less nervous, so she leaned against the door and asked softly: "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"
"Zhuo Jian, I'm here to give you pajamas."
Fu Yanye held her favorite silk pajamas in her hands.
It's purple.
Zhuo Jian didn't move, but his face suddenly felt a little hot.
Yes, how could he not notice it?
She ran so fast and he was so observant.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and gently opened the door a crack.
Fu Yanye glanced aside when he heard the sound, and then saw her beautiful and soft little hands, and an exposed arm that made him want to take action.
Zhuo Jian felt her pajamas arrive in her hands and breathed a sigh of relief. When she closed the door, she quickly said, "Thank you."
It's just that the sound of the door closing was too fast and crisp, overwhelming the thank you.
Fu Yanye stood at the door, lowered his head, smiled bitterly, and murmured: "You're welcome."