"What can I do to escape? If I can do this for the rest of my life, it will be my life. The words Mrs. Fu still have a lot of weight, don't they?"
After Zhuo Jian choked up, his thin voice was full of unwillingness to admit defeat.
"Zhuo Jian's husband is also very nice."
He also paused and choked up, and those three words were even more reluctant.
The cramped car finally became quiet.
She looked at him and smiled shortly after, "Yes."
The name Fu Yanye is enough for her to cause a stir in City A, as long as he allows it.
As long as he wins this lawsuit, she will never want to leave him again in this life. She wants to live freely by his side and let him know that she will not just be bullied. She will be willful and be the one who dares to ride on him.
I sang an off-key song to him on my back, but I didn’t let him find it objectionable, and forced him to agree...
Will that girl come back?
"Did you ever say you loved me very much? I was drunk that night."
"No."
He pressed his forehead against hers, feeling sad and angry.
She answered without any suspense.
But those words would always ring in his ears, it was her voice.
Is it his imagination?
Is it his wishful thinking?
He clasped the back of her head and pressed it against her forehead, trying to feel her temperature. Only in this way could he be sure that they were still mutual.
"Zhuo Jian."
When he called her name, he looked a little helpless.
Zhuo Jian remained silent and his lips began to feel dry.
"Don't make me feel like I'm going to lose you at any time."
He choked up.
Zhuo Jian found it funny, who among them lost whom?
He was like an outcast, calling her...
"I know I won't, never will."
He was finally willing to let go of her and look straight at her again.
She is his, and no one can change this for life, life after life.
The person who made her feel distressed just now suddenly made her feel that his thoughts were funny. She looked at him and finally smiled, "Fu Yanye, you are so conceited."
He also smiled, shoulder to shoulder with her, and looked into her eyes, but the next second he suddenly became serious and sealed her dry lips.
Zhuo Jian's lips hurt terribly, but he held her face in his hands and kissed her entangledly.
But she remained indifferent and just let him pry her lips open.
He pressed her into the seat and they both fell down.
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes opened and then closed again.
She could only feel his kisses becoming more and more intensive, and his warm and hard fingers stretched into her clothes.
The image emerged in his mind, Zhuang Mingli squeezing her leg and getting so close to her.
He stopped suddenly, panted, and asked her sadly: "Why did you let him touch you?"
Zhuo Jian lay there on his back, turned his face slightly, and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Fu Yanye, have you ever thought about actually trying to do it with someone else?"
Fu Yanye stopped talking, just stared at her, then held her chin and made her look at him domineeringly, "How dare you have such an idea again..."
"I do, more and more."
"If you want it, I'll give it to you."
"Not you, except you."
Zhuo Jian shouted, looking into his big eyes, tears streaming out of the corners of his eyes.
She couldn't control herself anymore, and she didn't want to listen to his threats anymore.
Tears blocked her sight, and she could no longer see the expression on his face clearly, but she didn't want to care anymore. She just looked at him and said to him in a hoarse voice: "Maybe this world can, um...
..”
The pain spread through her throat and reached her heart.
She was choked with sobs and could only breathe hard, holding back and looking at the dead branches outside the car window.
The tip of his tongue tasted the fishy smell of blood, and it became even more crazy when it entered his throat.
He let go of her lips, looked at the blood drops that quickly appeared on them, and just sucked hard. Seeing her deathly numb expression, he suddenly buried his face and pressed hard on her throat...
