Zhuo Jian burst into tears of pain, and Fu Yanye sucked her lips more and more.
Zhuo Jian's breath was almost taken away by him, and then he hugged her again.
This time he didn't stop, he put her directly on the bed and covered her with her.
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and her heart beat like thunder when she saw him clearly.
Her cell phone rang downstairs and displayed the words Li Yuqing.
Fu Yanye asked her while untying his belt: "Who do you think called you at this time?"
Zhuo Jian thought of several people, but she had no time to answer because she felt his belt hit her skin.
When did her shirt open?
Zhuo Jian lowered his head subconsciously, but saw nothing.
Fu Yanye pressed her down.
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned red with embarrassment and could not speak a complete sentence.
Fu Yanye held the bleeding lip bitten by him in his mouth and murmured: "You can't date someone who has unreasonable thoughts about other people's wives."
Zhuo Jian asked him doubtfully: "Who are you talking about?"
"Li Yuqing!"
Fu Yanye glanced at her with dark eyes and continued to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian felt that he could concentrate on anything he did.
He was so attentive that she thought he had a split personality.
His brain is much more rational than hers.
Isn't he a person controlled by emotions?
Otherwise, how could he talk about Li Yuqing and make her angry while kissing her?
Zhuo Jian quickly raised her chin, and when he kissed her, her breathing began to become erratic.
When Fu Yanye tried to take off her pants, she grabbed her wrist.
Her little hands were cold and slender. As soon as she held his arm, she knew that she was hitting a stone with an egg, but she still couldn't help but stop him.
"Do you think I will give up if I don't get it?"
He asked her.
Zhuo Jian's grip on his wrist suddenly became lighter.
He will not!
Zhuo Jian knew very well the bad nature of this man.
Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, but when he was about to kiss her neck, his black eyes suddenly opened and he looked at the scarf there, and he suddenly dragged the back of her head.
At this time, the scarf hung loosely around her neck. Fu Yanye lifted it slightly and took it off directly from her head.
Zhuo Jian suddenly woke up and reflexively covered the injured area: "You..."
"Beauty needs to be shown, especially when I need it."
As Fu Yanye spoke, he looked at her neck, which was so beautiful that he wanted to bite it off.
But her hand was on the left side and she refused to take it off. His smiling eyes suddenly turned dark and cold.
"Take your hands away."
Fu Yanye suddenly had a very bad premonition.
Zhuo Jian listened to his low and deep command and subconsciously refused: "I don't."
"you do not!"
Not a question, just a statement and repetition.
More like a declaration.
The next second, her hand was squeezed by him.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously held his wrist with her other hand: "Fu Yanye, don't..."
"..."
Fu Yanye hated her saying goodbye, but when he pinched both her wrists and raised them above his head, when his dark eyes saw the not very deep but obvious scar on her neck, he unconsciously
Angry.
It was like there was a small fire in my heart, gradually, and then suddenly it started to burn brightly.
"explain!"
Fu Yanye angrily sent her two words.
Seeing his angry look, Zhuo Jian became nervous unconsciously. She didn't dare to wait too long, so she could only make up a random reason: "I accidentally got scratched by a branch."