Zhuo Jian's legs went weak and he took a step back, suddenly unable to say anything.
Seeing her desperate expression, Fu Yanye couldn't help but stepped forward and asked her in a low and powerful voice: "Don't you have even the slightest desire to be with me?"
Zhuo Jian felt numb all over and didn't know what to say to him.
She remembered that she expressed her thoughts more than once.
She shook her head: "I don't want to cause any more trouble."
When the secret marriage was exposed, she was already so depressed that she couldn't breathe.
If there is another wedding, she may never be able to dance again.
She lowered her head and looked at the soles of her feet, searching in her heart, but she didn't know what she was looking for.
She even began to miss the day when she confessed her love to him as a child and he left without looking back.
Why did he suddenly become like this?
"We have been husband and wife for a long time, and this wedding is just a belated formality."
Fu Yanye said to her.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him, a belated appearance?
"Can we not have this formality? Very, many people don't hold a wedding after they get married."
"But I want it, Zhuo Jian, but I want it."
Fu Yanye looked at her, every word was clear.
Zhuo Jian's heart sank again and again.
She didn't know how long he could be so persistent in this marriage.
She always reminded herself to be clear-headed and not to indulge in his short-term love.
She sat on the edge of the bed with her head lowered, grabbing the sheets with both hands. She couldn't even feel the pain in her calves. She felt like she had a severe headache, and her mind was full, but she had no clue.
Fu Yanye slowly walked to her side, raised his hand and gently pinched her chin.
When she raised her eyes, they were filled with tears.
But not a single tear fell.
I really feel pity for you, so touching.
Fu Yanye felt her heart beating constantly, but she kept stepping back.
"I'll put a basin of hot water for you to soak your feet."
Fu Yanye let go of her, then turned and walked to the bathroom.
"You're going to get tired of it!"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at his back as he was approaching the bathroom and said to him.
Fu Yanye stopped, touched his ring finger and said solemnly: "Even if you get tired of it, you have to start first."
Zhuo Jian's heart sank again.
Is he determined to have a wedding?
Zhuo Jian was suddenly confused until he brought out a basin of water and placed it on the edge of the bed. After she was unwilling to cooperate and put her feet in the water with just the right temperature, Zhuo Jian became even more uneasy.
.
She will fall into it.
Fallen for one man twice...
She doesn't want this.
She looked at him with dissatisfaction, watching him wash her feet, and angrily stepped on the edge of the footbath. Fu Yanye held her ankles again, put her in, and said in a steady voice, "Soak."
You need to use your feet for at least ten minutes, otherwise it will be useless."
"Fu Yanye, I don't want to hold a wedding with you."
She could only tell him frankly.
"Ok, I know!"
He agreed.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe.
he knows?
Did you know that you still want to hold a meeting with her?
"You will regret having a wedding with someone who doesn't like you."
Zhuo Jian reminded him again.
Fu Yanye chuckled lightly and said something to silence her.
"You know it yourself whether you like me or not."
