Fu Yanye lowered his head and said while disinfecting.
So Zhuo Jian looked at him and then became quiet.
Since the two of them are not in a relationship suitable for chatting, they won't chat.
"Get down!"
Fu Yanye treated her hands, then tightened the lid of the disinfectant and ordered her.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red.
Behind him is just a soft, big bed.
"It's okay later, I..."
"What? You want me to kneel down and beg you?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Where did this start?
But don’t you understand that men and women do not kiss each other?
Zhuo Jian felt depressed and did not dare to challenge him, so she silently turned her head and lay on the bed.
Her slender waist wrapped in trousers makes people unable to control themselves at a glance.
Fu Yanye's Adam's apple rolled, and then he raised his eyes to look at her bruises.
The doctor kept the ointment and put it aside. He picked it up, read the instructions, and then opened it.
It’s not the first time I’ve given her medicine, but this time it’s so...
"Have you not eaten well recently?"
Fu Yanye asked while applying medicine to her.
Zhuo Jian originally blushed a little because his hot palm was on her waist, but after hearing his question, she became slightly distracted and replied: "I'm not trying to lose weight."
Fu Yanye's movements stagnated.
He didn't think she was losing weight either.
He thought that the relationship between the two of them was not good these days, and she was in a bad mood, just like him...
Same thing!
But she said this, which means that she didn't eat or sleep poorly because of the two of them?
Did he think too much?
Self-indulgent?
Fu Yanye thought so, and the movement of his palms on her waist increased unconsciously.
"Ah, it hurts!"
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but shout softly.
Fu Yanye came to his senses and relaxed again.
"When you fell, were you injured elsewhere? What about your legs? What about your knees? Was your ankle sprained?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her while wiping.
"should not!"
Zhuo Jian answered while feeling whether there was any pain in other parts of his body.
"should?"
Fu Yanye raised his dark eyes and looked at her side face.
"No!"
How could you use an uncertain tone when talking to Mr. Ye?
Fu Yanye lowered his head after hearing her say no.
Just a pair of hands couldn't help but gently hold her slender waist, and once they grasped it, they wanted to hold it all.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously shrank into her stomach and blushed: "Are you ready?"
Only then did Fu Yanye come back to his senses, "Yeah."
Zhuo Jian relaxed for a moment and immediately got up, sitting side by side with him in shame and embarrassment, then looked at the door: "Thank you for saving me, there's nothing else, I'll go back first..."
"
"As a price for saving you, you are not allowed to leave tonight."
Fu Yanye suddenly tightened her waist and hugged her as they both fell onto the bed.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and her hand reflexively covered his arm on her waist. She considered it again and again before whispering: "This is not appropriate."
"We will hold a press conference tomorrow. You are my wife, don't hide it anymore."
Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and declared in a low voice.