She was finally able to go out openly. She was feeling uncomfortable inside just now, so she raised her throat when she went out, which was also a different way of greeting him.
Fu Yanye had already returned to bed and glanced at her.
Her waist is thin, and with a belt...
Fu Yanye quickly lowered her eyes again, thinking that Zhong Mai said she might have depression.
When he looked at her, he saw that her face was red. He didn't know whether it was from taking a shower just now or because she was alone with him.
Fu Yanye pretended to be unintentionally indifferent and said, "It's not like we haven't slept together before, so there's no need to separate the sofa and the bed, right?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"There should be a quilt in the cupboard. You can take one for yourself."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.
But soon she went to open the cupboard, and there was indeed a quilt inside. She immediately relaxed, hugged the quilt, closed the door and went to her side.
So fine.
Zhuo Jian looked at the quilts of the two people and relaxed immediately.
Although she hasn't used this quilt much, she doesn't have a mysophobia.
Zhuo Jian lay on the bed and turned her back to him.
Fu Yanye was still leaning on the bedside looking at his mobile phone. He glanced at her and asked, "Are you busy lately?"
"busy."
Zhuo Jian also held her cell phone and quickly replied while looking at it.
Yes, you have to be busy.
Fu Yanye knew that she was probably afraid that he would look for her, so he just said, "Take some time to go to the hospital for a full body checkup."
"..."
This surprised Zhuo Jian, and she couldn't help but turn her head and look at him directly.
But he was looking at the phone intently, and it didn't seem like he was not serious.
Zhuo Jian turned around again, looked at her phone and replied: "Yeah."
Fu Yanye felt uncomfortable because of her "hmm". He had his email open on his phone, but he didn't read much for a long time. Finally, he turned off his phone, turned off the light, and lay down, probably not talking for a long time.
After the room darkened, Zhuo Jian turned off his phone.
He used to say he didn't like light when sleeping.
"Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
"I didn't teach your son."
"......Um."
After a while, her voice became hoarse.
Finally, no one spoke anymore.
It was a long night, and finally, we slept together like we hadn't seen for a long time.
Later, he turned around quietly and stared at her back silently.
In the past, he would not let her sleep alone under a quilt.
She is his, from birth to death, whether she loves him or not.
Call him domineering, strong, cold-blooded, or ruthless, he just wants to hold her tightly...
Fu Yanye gasped in agony, but he didn't reach out to her after all.
However, he firmly believed that sooner or later.
——
Early the next morning, there was rustling outside the door.
On the big bed just inside the door, a woman groaned lazily before waking up.
Then gradually wake up.
There was a familiar men's fragrance in her nose. She slowly opened her eyes and lifted her beautiful long eyelashes.
Fu Yanye stared at her quietly with his black eyes.
He calmly made Zhuo Jian stunned for a long time, and then backed away belatedly.
Fu Yanye stretched out his long arm to protect her back, "Be careful."
There was perceptible worry and dissatisfaction in his eyebrows.
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that he was actually sleeping next to him.
And he...
In the middle of the big bed.
However, I suddenly didn't know how to refute, and after organizing my words for a long time, I finally just looked at him with a warm face.
"morning."
"morning."
She responded slowly.
I just thought that he was acting weird this morning, and his voice was damn nice.
She couldn't get angry with him right away, get into a fight, or even say unpleasant words.