The injury at the corner of her mouth was touched, and she couldn't help but groan in pain.
Fu Yanye's kiss was even more excessive because of this muffled moan, and the gentleness of his gentle sucking and sucking just now didn't seem to belong to him.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but grab the fabric of his shirt with her hands, and finally relieved the pain at the corners of her lips when his kiss moved to her neck.
For a moment, Fu Yanye even thought in frustration that he would just hurt her to death.
But within a short while, his heart softened because of her delicate moan, and he could only breathe against her forehead.
After a long time, he calmed down the swelling of blood in his body, and asked her again in a hoarse voice: "Why can't you give me a little bit of trust? Even a little bit?"
Zhuo Jian endured the pain and pressed her lower lip hard, feeling like her mouth was about to drool.
But in an instant, Fu Yanye pressed his thumb on her lips and whispered, "You're not allowed to pucker if you tell me."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face was red and hot, and she was speechless.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt better: "Give me a little trust, okay?"
"I trust you with everything else."
Zhuo Jian said, and when he wanted to shut up, he suddenly pinched his fingers.
Fu Yanye's adrenaline surged wildly for a moment, and he reluctantly removed his hand from her lips.
Zhuo Jian raised his hand and took it away, and Fu Yanye could only put it down.
"Fu Yanye, when I come back this time, you are different from before."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him. Although the two had just kissed and entangled, her eyes were particularly clear.
Fu Yanye felt that her calmness was terrifying, no matter how squeamish or weak her hum was.
"What's the difference?"
He gently held her hair behind her shoulders and asked her softly.
"You used to be very single-minded about relationships. I watched your relationship with my own eyes."
Zhuo Jian said.
When Fu Yanye heard this, his heart felt as if someone had dug him hard.
"You used to look at no one except Lin Ruxiang, but now you..."
"You still don't believe me!"
Fu Yanye thought that he had already explained it.
But she still says now that he was dating Lin Ruxiang at that time.
"I believe you don't treat me as a stranger, and I believe you have feelings for me, but Young Master Ye, you should go back to the original state, especially with Lin Ruxiang's current physical condition. Not only is she suffering from terminal cancer, but she is also pregnant with your child.
you know......"
"what do you know?"
Fu Yanye's dark eyes suddenly turned cold.
"Do you know the complicated emotions a patient with terminal cancer feels when she becomes pregnant?"
"Baby, you disappoint me!"
Fu Yanye held her face, gently rubbed her skin with his thumb, and whispered.
Zhuo Jian saw the disappointment and irritability in his eyes, and could see that he was suppressing his anger, but she felt that she needed to remind him that they should return to their original position. She sighed helplessly, which was a discussion and a plea.
, said: "Young Master Ye, please divorce me?"
Fu Yanye stared at her with breathtaking black eyes and replied firmly: "Impossible!"
He let go of her and turned to leave.
Zhuo Jian was still standing there. At that moment, she felt like she was entering a misty forest.
Fortunately, he left later for something, so she quietly left the suite.
The journey was smooth, and the hotel employees nodded politely and called her "young lady" when they saw her.
Zhuo Jian was surprised at first, but still walked out with firm steps.
We stopped the car in front of the hotel and went home directly.