Fu Yanye was also stunned for a moment. Who did he bring?
He just took him and he could follow her at any time...
The heart of reconciliation.
But the bright and clear look in her eyes told him that he was having his own whims.
He slowly pulled away from her.
Finally got discouraged.
Eventually he returns to his cold and ruthless self.
Zhuo Jian also slowly sat up and found that her legs were still on his knees and wanted to put them down.
Fu Yanye, however, took one step faster than his heart and held her cold ankle again, "Wait a moment."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise, stepped lightly on his legs with her feet, and bent her knees.
"Wait until it doesn't hurt anymore before leaving."
It took him a long time to say these words with difficulty.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and then slowly looked at the extra hands on her ankles.
He hasn't done this kind of thing for a long time.
She didn't move anymore, and even later leaned on the back of the sofa, found a song and continued playing, and then unconsciously started to lean there lazily and look at him.
She still remembered that when she was a child, she injured her knee and he called her useless and scolded her for having big eyes in vain. Then he squatted next to her, blew on the injured area and asked her if it still hurt.
"Fu Yanye."
She couldn't help but call his name, very softly and beautifully.
He turned to look at her.
"Why did you come to this city?"
She was still leaning there so lazily, but the alcohol probably had its best effect, making her look like an extremely wronged victim.
"Work."
"Work? Like the kind of job I had when I was studying abroad?"
Zhuo Jian continued to ask him with a hint of curiosity.
Fu Yanye also knows what a gentle sword is. She is like this now, pitiful and Chuchu, as if she has no offensive power, but her words spoken so tenderly can cost him half his life.
He was silent, thinking about how to reply to her.
After she just said they couldn't go back.
"Are you accompanying Cheng Nuo? Does she have a role here?"
Zhuo Jian asked again.
Fu Yanye stopped massaging her ankles and turned to look at her again.
How come she always mentions that girl?
But she said she wasn't jealous.
And she was so calm and unhurried, it really didn't look like she was jealous.
Is it really because of his own passion?
Then how should he respond to her?
"That's right."
Later, Zhuo Jian heard these three unclear words.
After that, she just looked at him and stopped talking.
She was sleepy, and after the ankle was warmed and the pain subsided, her eyelids finally began to fight without her realizing it.
"Actually, I'm here..."
The words "Looking for you" haven't been uttered yet.
In the blink of an eye, he saw her looking pitiful and delicate when she was sleeping.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
There was even a layer of mist on my eyelashes.
He gently held her shoulders and held her in his arms.
In her sleep, Zhuo Jian only felt that she was in a very warm place, and then she slept better and better.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her with such pity that I couldn't help but kiss her forehead and the tip of her nose.
He didn't speak, but his eyes clearly said, "Idiot, it's all for you."
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The next day Zhuo Jian woke up in a big soft bed.
It's a sunny day outside.
Her whole body ached, so she sat up and looked around.
I can't remember anything clearly, it seems that he went to find her and massaged her ankles.
She reflexively bent her knees to hold her ankles, and then looked at the door again.
Soon, someone came in from outside.
"lady."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled and he couldn't help but look at her.