Zhuo Jian turned to look at him. How dare he mention his grandparents?
She hasn't settled the score with him yet.
Fu Yanye took a cigarette and put it to his mouth, but when he was about to light it, he suddenly looked at her and hesitated.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything. He looked away and went to get a cigarette from the drawer of the coffee table. He also put it between his lips to make a gesture.
Fu Yanye held a cigarette and leaned on the sofa, staring at her with his deep evil black eyes in annoyance.
Zhuo Jian ignored him, nodded, and after taking a puff, she held the cigarette in her slender hand and looked at him, asking, "Why don't you smoke anymore?"
"Zhuo Jian, do you really think I dare not take care of you anymore?"
He didn't want to restrain himself anymore, so she ignored his happiness and anger the moment she lit up the cigarette.
"How could it be? How could I have such naive and unrealistic ideas?"
Zhuo Jian smiled.
She was wearing a shirt and a narrow skirt, and her long and slender legs were crossed, unknowingly, and they were looming in people's hearts.
She was just upset and wanted him to leave quickly, but she couldn't drive him away. She touched her knees with one hand and pressed the back of her hands with the other elbow, enjoying the soothing mood that the puff of cigarette brought her.
I really didn't lose my temper anymore.
Fu Yanye sneered angrily, then lit up a cigarette and took a puff. Then he couldn't control the evil energy in his body and looked at her coldly.
Zhuo Jian didn't care, didn't look at him, just enjoyed the cigarette.
This is very good. The two of them smoke together, and no one has to say anything about the other.
She thought, what else could they do?
This marriage is rotten to the core.
But there were still some people who couldn't stand it anymore. Fu Yanye cut off the cigarette, then suddenly threw himself in front of her, snatched her cigarette, and pinched her chin, "Zhuo Jian, are you testing my patience?"
Zhuo Jian was forced to look up at him and said calmly, "How dare I?"
"How dare you? Then what are you doing?"
He still held her cigarette in his hand, and looked at her fiercely, questioning her with his eyes.
"Why can you smoke but I can't?"
Zhuo Jian asked back.
"Are you comparing yourself to me?"
He stared at her from above and asked in a low voice.
"I'm not comparing myself to you. It's just that if you want to control me, you should at least set an example, right? How can you control me when you've done a lot of bad things yourself?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him dullly, speaking clearly every word.
Fu Yanye held her chin with a lighter hand and moved slightly away from her to see her expression more clearly.
Later, he couldn't bear it and got close to her again. He came in front of her and stared under her eyelashes. Suddenly he was no longer willing to restrain himself. She was still his wife, and he could kiss her whenever he wanted.
Then he suddenly sucked her lips.
"Um."
She couldn't breathe, and she groaned muffled by his sudden kiss, and then she couldn't make any sound anymore.
Fu Yanye held her lips to prevent her from resisting. He didn't let her go until his thumb touched the tears streaming from the corners of her eyes.
But he was still kneeling on the sofa next to her, still leaning towards her like that, breathing intertwined, "Does it hurt?"
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just looked at him stubbornly.
He also drank wine, she tasted it.
He only allowed the state officials to set fires and not allow the people to light lamps. He didn't even think about it.
Seeing that she refused to give in, Fu Yanye kissed her again with just one glance. This time it was not like just sucking her in his mouth.
This time the tip of his tongue broke into her mouth.
Smell of wine and confused, she folded her arms in his chest and pushed him out desperately. However, the harder she pushed, the tighter he held him and the fiercer the kiss.
She bit him and forced him to stop.
"Well, Fu Yanye."
Her voice was trembling and weak, her eyes were desperate, and her hand only touched his jawline.
She looked up at him, the man who she once believed in.
He still leaned in front of her, but stopped kissing her.
He tasted the taste of blood in his mouth, and then he swallowed it, then looked at her patiently and inquiringly.
She was probably drunk and had insufficient blood supply to her brain, so she couldn't recognize people clearly. Then tears fell down one by one. Then she asked the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, "What do you take me for? The last moment you said I was with someone else."
A man who is just pretending to kiss me again at this moment? Do you think that a bouquet of flowers and an apology can make me come back to you and love you again?"
She said: "We can never be together again, even if I still love you."
