Either he would occupy her attention all day long, or he would have no news from her for a long time.
"My son said you asked him what I was doing."
He laughed as he spoke, hugged her intimately, held her in his arms and murmured, "Jian Jian, you don't know what I was feeling at that time. I felt like the petals all over the world were floating."
What a wonderful sight that is?
Wouldn't it be too beautiful?
Zhuo Jian actually imagined that kind of weightless flowers floating in his mind. It seemed like he had seen it in some movie?
"Honey, I seem to be drunk, so I won't leave tonight, okay? I'll leave early tomorrow morning."
His voice was indeed drunk, and he was getting more and more drunk.
Zhuo Jian felt that the weight of his body kept coming towards her. It was so heavy that her shoulders and waist could not bear it, so she had to hold his waist with both hands and push him out: "Fu Yanye, you are so heavy."
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He was clearly alone and coherent at that moment, so why did he suddenly become so drunk?
"Did I crush you?"
In his eyes, he seemed to be very drunk.
"My shoulders hurt so much, and my waist doesn't feel right either."
She tried hard to support him in talking, but it was difficult.
But Fu Yanye stood up immediately, "I can't let you hurt."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Why did he suddenly become like this again? He was so concerned about her.
"How about I carry you to bed? I'll help you knead it a little bit more. Also, if you want to take a hot bath, I'll help you put the water in. I'll carry you to bed first."
He didn't seem to be thinking clearly. He was about to do what he said, then came back, picked her up, and said, "I'll take you to bed first."
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she hugged his neck tightly. He looked like he could throw her away at any time, "You go well."
"snort."
He laughed and started walking more east and west.
"Fu Yanye."
"Even if you fall, I will be your backing board. What are you afraid of?"
As he spoke, he suddenly took her into the bedroom, and then they both fell on the bed.
He was still holding Zhuo Jian and just lay down.
Zhuo Jian's head dropped hard, then bounced up again. He was extremely dizzy. When he could see things clearly again, he was already in front of her, and...
Probably because he was very used to that action, he suddenly turned over to her, with a hint of lust in his confusion, "Baby, I miss you so much, I'm going to die from missing you."
He pressed himself against her and buried his face in the crook of her neck.
Zhuo Jian lay there unable to move, feeling that his breath smelled too much of alcohol, and thought that she should ask him to drink less in the future.
Drinking too much alcohol will not only cause trouble, but also harm your health.
Not only that, she heard even breathing.
"Fu Yanye."
she called softly.
But the person on top of her made no sound.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to turn her head to look at him, but saw nothing. She just unconsciously put her hand on his hair.
His hair was quite stiff, but at this moment, it felt inexplicably good.
It's okay if he falls asleep.
It turned out that he was just afraid that she would be unhappy.
fool.
It was already twelve o'clock, Zhuo Jian calmed down, feeling the weight and breathing of the sleeping person on his body, and silently looked at the lamps on the roof.
Well, actually I can't see anything clearly.
But here he is.
It was as if the whole world was in front of her again.