He looked at her thin legs and turned around irritably: "Don't dress like this!"
Zhuo Jian had the feeling that his eyes were completely dark.
"Can I do what you say and we can get divorced?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"The person you like is someone your grandparents know. They see that your relationship is stable, and they will naturally agree if they feel relieved."
Fu Yanye said again, but didn't look at her.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye looked at her again, then stretched out his hand: "Get up!"
Zhuo Jian climbed up along the wall, but when she saw his hand, she didn't want to put it inside.
But his hand still grabbed her arm.
Zhuo Jian felt that he wanted to crush her bones and wanted to resist, but as soon as she twisted, he pushed her against the wall again.
She closed her eyes tightly in fear, and her thick long eyelashes were covered with a layer of mist. His alcohol-smelling breath touched her face, and he said with great restraint: "Don't force me again!"
Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say.
"Open your eyes and look at me."
Fu Yanye looked at her tearful mouth, suddenly feeling a lack of blood supply to the brain, and gave an order.
Zhuo Jian slowly opened his eyes, but did not dare to look at him. However, the more she refused to look, the more irritated he became, and finally he held her tightly against the wall and kissed her fiercely.
Zhuo Jian was frightened and cried, but when he sighed, he just had the opportunity to take advantage of it.
The man's strength was so strong that she couldn't open it at all. As soon as his hands reached his heart, he grabbed her tightly and pressed them against her head. The kiss was even biting, as if he was trying to penetrate her.
.
He couldn't even stand a kiss like this, but when he held her tears in his eyes, he had to slow down.
He never thought of doing this to her.
But since he kissed her once, he often thought of her lips and her thin but warm little body.
He even longed for more.
He has a mysophobia, and since he was very young, he has never fantasized about being with other women.
Fu Yanye saw tears streaming down her face and couldn't help but whisper: "Does it hurt?"
When Zhuo Jian heard his voice, she just sniffed pitifully and remained silent.
Fu Yanye let go of one of her hands and went to wipe the blood from the corner of her lips, but as soon as the blood was wiped clean, it came out again. He repeated it several times, and when she wanted to avoid it, he suddenly made another low sound.
Voice: "Don't move."
Before Zhuo Jian could react, he had blocked her lips again, this time sucking.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat skipped half a beat.
What is he doing?
While talking about introducing her to Su Bai, he kept kissing her?
Zhuo Jian's mind was in a mess. She wanted to push him but couldn't. His strong chest stuck to her so tightly, as if he was trying to push her into a wall.
There was no one outside, and the entire corridor was empty.
In the room, there was only the sound of ambiguous kissing.
She didn't resist anymore, she couldn't resist.
Like coaxing a child, he began to gently taste the taste between her lips and teeth.
Zhuo Jian was really afraid that she would fall in. His kiss had a kind of magic that made her want to respond.
But she couldn't respond because once she responded, she couldn't explain clearly.
He finally let her go and saw that her lips were no longer bleeding. Although they were a little swollen, her eyes showed satisfaction.
He wiped the corners of her mouth from someone's saliva, held her hand and said, "Send you home."