Zhuo Jian swallowed, flustered, "What are you doing?"
"Apply medicine."
"..."
Fu Yanye's tall body was slowly approaching her.
Zhuo Jian immediately rolled to the side subconsciously.
"ah."
Then soon, she fell under the bed.
Fu Yanye was scared to death and jumped over to get her, nervously accusing: "Why are you running away?"
"How do I know what you are going to do? My wounds are all scarred, and besides, I can apply the medicine myself."
"I beg you to wake up. I am your husband. Needless to say, your waist was injured and I applied medicine to you. Is there anything on you that I cannot apply?"
"..."
The two people looked at each other, and then slowly looked at other parts of each other, and then Zhuo Jian's ears gradually turned red.
The children are not here either, they are the only ones in such a big house.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, he couldn't run far, and he would surely catch him soon.
Especially when she saw Fu Yanye's unpredictable eyes, she became even more discouraged. She suddenly lay motionless in his arms and muttered plaintively, "Take me back to bed."
"Um?"
"It hurts."
She looked aggrieved.
Fu Yanye: "..."
If he hadn't seen her take the initiative to hug her from behind tonight, he would never be so talkative now.
I obviously agreed to his bet.
He lost but said it hurt so much that he just wouldn't accompany him.
Fu Yanye carried her to the bed without any complaints, and then didn't let her go. He stayed on her side, staring at her almost ripe skin and asked her, "Can I rub it for you?"
"It hurts so much that I can't even breathe."
She looked at him, feeling more and more aggrieved, and whispered.
"Well, my husband understands that we can't do strenuous exercise tonight."
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly wanted to laugh.
Fu Yanye's depressed look is so, so adorable.
In fact, all three sons are a bit like him, and they are becoming more and more like him.
Very angry.
On the contrary, she is orange-sweet, not angry at all, and is silly and happy all day long.
"Jian Jian."
His voice suddenly became very low.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was thinking wildly, and when she listened to his words and agreed, her voice was a little hoarse.
That kind of hoarseness, under such beautiful and ambiguous lighting, is even a little alluring.
Fu Yanye looked at her, his heart was aroused by her casual look and every breath, but he could only sigh helplessly, "Your husband is really incompetent now."
"Incompetent? How do you say this?"
Zhuo Jian asked him calmly.
"In the past, I had to do it even if I racked my brains."
"..."
Ahem.
"But now, when you say you don't want me, you hesitate, or even really don't dare."
"I thought you were feeling sorry for me these days."
Zhuo Jian looked very disappointed and looked at him sadly.
Fu Yanye was so confused by her words that he laughed for a while, "Of course it hurts, but isn't it better?"
"Where is it? It still hurts."
Zhuo Jian said quickly.
"How much does it hurt? Give me some hints."
"..."
"Pinch me."
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian listened and really raised her hand to pinch his arm.
Fu Yanye's arm was so stiff that she didn't dare to continue after pinching it for a while.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and smiled, "That's it?"
"You are a sadist. You want others to pinch you."
"Why does it sound like Madam feels sorry for me?"
Fu Yanye's ambiguous low voice.
Zhuo Jian turned her head and looked away, "Your wife is very sleepy now and wants to sleep."
"My husband will warm your bed."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was beating fast, as if she was in first love.
Fu Yanye felt that she was shy and didn't know anything else, but there was something he still had to do immediately.