Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time before saying yes.
He has learned soup new?
That sounds really considerate!
Her heart felt hot.
She sat on the sofa for a while while he went to cook. Then she went to the bathroom, washed her hands and then went to the restaurant reflexively.
His tall body stood there in the open kitchen, preparing ingredients for her.
Fu Yanye turned around and saw her and called out: "Come here."
Zhuo Jian walked over as instructed.
"For you."
Fu Yanye pointed to the cut oranges lying next to him.
Zhuo Jian walked over, picked up a piece and stuffed it in his mouth.
Wow!
So delicious!
sour and sweet.
Fu Yanye asked her: "Is it delicious?"
Zhuo Jian nodded stupidly, then stuffed another piece into his mouth.
"Give me a piece to try too."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian reflexively took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth.
It was only when she suddenly stopped when she reached his mouth that she realized how intimate this action was.
As if he didn't notice her hesitation, Fu Yanye moved forward and took it into his mouth, then frowned while tasting it, "It's a bit sour."
Zhuo Jian retracted his hand and held the two fingers holding the orange with his other hand. His lips had just accidentally touched them.
She listened to her own heartbeat, then silently picked up the plate and walked out.
The so-called sourness in his mouth felt just right when she ate it.
If it is too sweet, it will be boring.
She ate while walking, and when she sat on the sofa, there were only a few slices left.
Zhuo Jian decided to ask him what kind it was and that she should buy more to keep at home.
After cooking, it was not dark yet. Fu Yanye went out after taking the call from his old house. When he looked up, he saw her lying on the sofa and falling asleep in the distance.
"Tomorrow, um."
Fu Yanye lowered his voice and hung up the phone. When he walked over and saw her sleeping state, he couldn't help but raise his hand and gently sweep away the long hair that blocked her face. Looking at it, he couldn't help but
He leaned in to kiss her.
When her forehead was kissed, Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled reflexively, and then she held her breath.
His kiss fell from her eyebrows to her lips, causing her to wake up immediately.
Fu Yanye watched her eyelashes move and whispered, "Are you awake?"
Zhuo Jian no longer pretended to be asleep, and slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the face that often appeared in her dreams, she unconsciously hummed.
The voice is hoarse and deadly.
to him.
Zhuo Jian got up, moving very slowly due to lack of strength.
Fu Yanye was still squatting there, looking up at her: "The soup is ready, do you want to drink it?"
Zhuo Jian nodded: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye walked forward with satisfaction and picked her up from the sofa.
Zhuo Jian nervously rubbed the back of his neck and couldn't help but look at him.
Fu Yanye whispered: "Mom told me not to tire you."
"Then you have to be obedient."
Zhuo Jian said softly.
Fu Yanye felt that she suddenly became so gentle, a little unfamiliar, and very caring.
"I'm past the age of listening to my mother."
He said that after putting her down in the chair, he couldn't help but kiss her lips.
That kind of deep kiss.
Zhuo Jian felt his kiss numbly, raised her hand unconsciously, and grabbed his arm hard.
