She leaned back in her seat again, maintaining the same sleeping position, "What are you doing?"
"You're all soaked. If you sleep like this, you'll have a fever tomorrow."
"Ah sneeze."
Just as he finished speaking, Zhuo Jian sneezed firmly.
Fu Yanye: "..."
Zhuo Jian covered her mouth and nose, but she still felt sorry.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, seeing how tightly she was covering him, and raised his hand to hold her wrist.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was going to do, he just didn't want to let go.
"Too stupid."
Fu Yanye looked at her, his voice low and...
Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot, and the illusion that he cared about her came back to her.
Fu Yanye insisted on taking her hand away and took out a tissue to wipe her face.
Zhuo Jian huddled in his seat, motionless.
After wiping his mouth, Fu Yanye said: "Fortunately, my nose didn't run, otherwise I would have taken a picture."
"What are you filming for?"
She actually thought he would be nauseous, but he actually wanted to take pictures.
"Post it online to show those who think of you as a goddess. Their goddess is actually a slug."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't expect this person to be so bad, and she began to look dissatisfied when she looked at him.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a long time and couldn't help but look at her lips.
Maybe it was because the warm air in the carriage was too much, and he even felt a little hot. He even wanted to forget about her, wanted to kiss her.
"I have it on hand."
It's not snot, it's saliva.
I don’t know why saliva comes out when I sneeze.
But she lifted her head up, as he got closer and closer, so close that he could kiss her in the next second.
Fu Yanye finally came to his senses, smiled helplessly, but resignedly wiped her hands.
There was disinfectant in the drawer, so he sprayed it on her hands, wiped her again, and then suddenly raised his eyes to look at her when Zhuo Jian completely let down his guard.
There was no anger in Zhuo Jian's eyes at this time, but a bit childish like a little girl. He looked crazy and suddenly pressed her hard with the hand holding the alcohol disinfectant.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian reflexively closed his eyes.
The person who originally just wanted to tease her suddenly lost the teasing expression on his face and became serious the next moment.
Zhuo Jian was about to curse, but suddenly his cold mouth was blocked.
He sealed her lips and kissed her gently.
Zhuo Jian struggled, trying to push him with one hand, but he easily held it and lifted it on both sides of his shoulders.
He wanted to kiss her, but as soon as he saw her lips and touched her lips, he threw away all restraint.
Only when you kiss her can you be satisfied.
Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle, and after struggling for most of the night, he had already lost his strength.
He just kissed her and let the phone ring over and over again, but he became more and more unable to extricate himself from the kiss.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe smoothly and couldn't push him away, so she could only moan and beg for mercy.
Fu Yanye left her slightly, but in less than a second, he pressed forward gently, and then kissed her deeper and deeper, leaving her with enough opportunity to breathe.
Even her hands were pulled behind her neck by him.
It was like she was holding him voluntarily.
But the hand behind his neck was clenched into a fist and did not stretch out naturally.
The rain outside was getting stronger and stronger, playing exciting music in the car, forcing him to obey his heart.
But he unbuttoned her shirt.
Zhuo Jian could finally put her hands on his shoulders, and when he kissed her neck, she could finally say: "Please say goodbye, Fu Yanye."
"I just don't want you to get wet."
Fu Yanye said this, but he kissed her swan neck.
Usually when he wants to kiss here, he just wants to do it.
After being together for so long, how could she not feel his breath when he wanted to do this?