Zhuo Jian resisted reflexively, hesitating and hesitating for a long time, until she tasted the taste of blood, her closed eyes slightly relaxed, and all movements stopped.
He bit her lip.
Then suck it to death!
Zhuo Jian was in too much pain and did not dare to react. The hand he held above his head unconsciously clenched into a fist.
pain!
From your lips to your heart.
Fu Yanye felt that she was no longer resisting so much, so he gradually slowed down, kissed her gently, sucked slowly, and sucked all the blood from her lips into his mouth.
The taste of blood is addictive.
There were tears running down the corners of Zhuo Jian's eyes and hitting her hair.
She felt the change in the man's mood, and even felt his kiss gradually move from her lips to other places.
Her skin had already been marked by him countless times.
Zhuo Jian felt that everything was dark in front of him.
If he really wants to tread two boats, what can she do?
She lost the divorce lawsuit before it even started.
Run away!
She even had such an idea in her mind.
Anyway, her parents have passed away, so where should she go?
As long as you live in a place long enough, that place will become your home.
Zhuo Jian comforted herself in this way, and then continued to feel his kiss from her ear to her neck.
Fu Yanye stopped not long after, holding her soft hand gently, and raised his eyes to look at her: "Why don't you resist?"
"Can't beat you!"
She said in a hoarse voice.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye lowered his forehead into the crook of her neck: "Zhuo Jian, we grew up together. Can Lin Ruxiang destroy all your previous trust in me?"
Fu Yanye still didn't want to believe this fact.
In the dim space, Zhuo Jian heard that her heart ached a little, and responded to him: "Yes!"
So the place where he just touched was bitten hard by him again.
Her thin collarbone.
The dark night can make people feel lost!
Zhuo Jian heard that her heart didn't resist his touch at all.
Ming Ming is trying every way to get divorced every day.
Obviously knowing that he and Ruxiang have become like that.
Is it a shame?
Zhuo Jian felt pathetic for herself.
Fu Yanye pinched the thin skin on her waist with his hands, gnawed on her bones, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"pain!"
Zhuo Jian just answered subconsciously.
The voice seemed particularly weak in the dark environment.
"Why do you treat me like this when it hurts?"
Fu Yanye asked, while arching his strong and narrow waist.
Zhuo Jian felt a little cold, but soon his cold body covered her body again.
The skin of the two people is close to each other, and they are not cold anymore.
The cell phone he dropped on the bed rang. He turned over and lay on one side, hugged her, glanced at the number, kissed her neck, and answered the call: "What's the matter?"
"When are we going to hold the wedding? I'm afraid it won't happen."
"Then go to hell!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he wanted to hang up the phone.
But the other end said anxiously: "Yanye, I will not give birth to this child."
"This has nothing to do with me."
Fu Yanye felt Zhuo Jian's little hand start to push him as soon as it was released, and he deliberately snorted: "Baby, don't be so anxious."
"Yan Ye, are you and Zhuo Jian together?"
On the other end of the phone, Ruxiang restrained the urge to kill and asked him.