Zhuo Jian's little face turned red all of a sudden, and her heart became hot.
Fu Yanye saw her shy and trying to avoid his eyes, raised his hand and pinched her chin: "Don't run away from me."
"Fu Yanye..."
"At least for this moment, I flew more than 10,000 kilometers to find you."
Fu Yanye seemed to have deep affection in his eyes.
At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.
His dark eyes slowly lowered, looking at her lips, and gradually kissed her.
Zhuo Jian's breath was stagnant, and her hands subconsciously grabbed the fabric of his shirt again, trying to push him away.
But Fu Yanye held her wrist, put her wrist on his neck, and then kissed her more and more passionately.
Zhuo Jian felt her breathing becoming more and more difficult. Before she could help but want to kiss him back, she turned her head.
Fu Yanye's thin lips fell on her jawline. When he wanted to kiss her again, he accidentally saw her resistance and stopped. Then he saw the unsightly scarf around her neck again.
Her neck is too long to hide.
But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand to cover it: "Don't."
"Aren't you afraid of covering up prickly heat?"
Fu Yanye asked in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian covered one side, turned his face sideways and slowly backed away, sitting next to the sofa.
Fu Yanye's hands fell helplessly on the sofa, but his dark eyes stared straight at the woman who refused to accept him no matter what.
"Zhuo Jian, we are husband and wife!"
Fu Yanye reminded her again.
"I know I know!"
Zhuo Jian said it again, fearing that he wouldn't believe it, so she repeated it again, but her mood became increasingly cold.
She could no longer retreat. She looked at him with quick clear eyes and murmured: "How about I go get something to eat?"
Fu Yanye had no choice but to give up and nodded: "Yeah!"
As soon as Zhuo Jian heard his words, he felt like he was being pardoned and ran away quickly.
Fu Yanye sat helplessly on the sofa and watched her hurried away figure. Then he looked at the deserted house and laughed helplessly.
Even if she is alone in a place like this, she is not willing to go home to celebrate the New Year with him.
The refrigerator was empty, and there were two barrels of instant noodles in the cabinet. Zhuo Jian saw that it said not fried, took them out with peace of mind, and then boiled water.
When Fu Yanye walked over, he saw her pouring hot water into the instant noodle bucket.
Zhuo Jian felt him approaching, and while pouring water, she explained: "We only have two buckets of instant noodles at home, but they are non-fried, so just eat them."
Fu Yanye said nothing, just pulled one of the buckets in front of him, and then stared at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian placed the cups used by two people in front of the dining table, poured two glasses of water and waited for them to cool down before drinking.
"You two are here, how do you usually deal with it?"
Fu Yanye refers to instant noodles.
Zhuo Jian smiled slightly and murmured as he sat down: "Normally we don't like to eat this kind of food. We like to eat fried food."
Fu Yanye then lowered his eyes and saw three big words "not fried" on the front.
He smiled faintly, pulled out his chair and sat down opposite her.
It's Chinese New Year, but the two of them are eating instant noodles in a foreign country?
This is a bit sad.
But looking at the person in front of him, Fu Yanye helplessly stirred the soaked noodles with a fork, then felt uncomfortable, put down the fork, and asked: "Do you have chopsticks?"
"Yes, I'll get it for you!"
As long as she doesn't stick with her, Zhuo Jian thinks he can do whatever he says.
"Take what you have used. I don't want to use what others have used."
Fu Yanye said this.
Zhuo Jian was too embarrassed to give him Ouyang Ping's special chopsticks. They might even dislike him.
but......
Zhuo Jian glanced at a pair of chopsticks placed in the chopstick bucket, thought about it again and again, and finally gave him her own.
Fu Yanye glanced at it, took it with satisfaction, and started eating.
Zhuo Jian actually has no appetite. She is not very interested in anything recently.