When Fu Yanye noticed that she was laughing, his heart broke and he became extremely determined about something.
Zhuo Jian realized that he was carried away and quickly put away his smile.
But Fu Yanye couldn't help but put his forehead against hers, and asked her in a hoarse voice caused by alcohol and her smile: "Baby, would you smile at me more?"
Zhuo Jian pushed him but didn't respond.
Fu Yanye straightened up, held her face, and looked at her with drunken eyes, "I will never hide anything from you again."
"..."
Zhuo Jian remained silent, fearing that if he just talked the talk without practicing, he would give in within a few days.
"If you do it again, you can bury me alive."
After he finished speaking, he quickly fixed her chin and asked her to raise her head and accept his alcohol-filled kiss.
She instantly felt that he had seen through her, knew what she was thinking, and...
If he really understood her, he wouldn't have treated her like this for so long.
When he was distracted by alcohol and when he kissed her neck, Zhuo Jian dodged to the side and pushed the side of his neck with both hands, "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"
"I'm almost dying thinking about it."
He said aggrievedly.
"no."
He came closer again, and Zhuo Jian pushed him out again.
His tall body was a bit shaky.
"Why not? Didn't you invite me in for tea that day?"
"Drinking tea is just drinking tea."
"Usually when men and women are dating, isn't that the point of going upstairs to drink tea?"
He caressed her tight waist with both hands, reached her ears when he spoke, and soon kissed her neck.
"certainly not."
Zhuo Jian couldn't push him anymore, her hands were drooped, and she weakly raised her head to let him kiss her.
Fu Yanye was not satisfied with the kiss and started to make moves again. Zhuo Jian whispered helplessly and seriously: "Fu Yanye, you make me very doubt your sincerity to me."
"Sincerity? If I am yours for the rest of my life, it is not sincerity."
The more he spoke, the more he felt aggrieved, dissatisfied, even a little unable to hold back, and his voice was hoarse.
He missed her gentle place so much. After the two of them had just resolved a major misunderstanding, he was so excited that he forgot about everything except that one thing.
"No, then is there anyone else in my life?"
Zhuo Jian covered his mouth and asked impatiently.
Fu Yanye paused for a moment, his eyes suddenly filled with jealousy, and he said dissatisfied: "Do you still want someone else? I wish I could chop off the hands of those who have touched you. If you let anyone touch you again, I will commit a crime."
He held her hand and kissed it again and again, watching her murmuring resentfully.
Zhuo Jian felt that her heart seemed to be ready to move again like when she first found out she fell in love with him.
But they have been through too much. She lowered her eyes and said, "You have to give me time."
"how long?"
"How long? It depends on your performance."
Zhuo Jian was a little unsure.
She didn't know how long it was.
Can they really go back to the beautiful times they once had?
"Then, when you look at my performance, can you let me eat and sleep with you?"
When she said they wanted to sleep together, he leaned closer again.
"You are a weakling, you stand still, don't you like to be apart?"
"Who likes to be apart?"
"Then you don't just drop off your son and daughter and leave every time?"
"Then, aren't you playing a hard-to-get game with Mrs. Fu?"
He smiled, a little embarrassed, but the look in his eyes soon became so direct again.
