Zhuo Jian was blocked by his simple words and couldn't say anything.
After soaking her feet, she got on the bed and lay down on one side.
After Fu Yanye took a shower, he saw that she hadn't changed her clothes yet, and when he was about to remind her to change, he suddenly thought of a question.
Zhuo Jian was still angry, but suddenly she felt a weight on her waist, and heard a man's pleasant voice, "You haven't changed your towel all day."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"Your aunt didn't come at all."
Another decisive voice came to my ears.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mind was buzzing again.
But Fu Yanye said in her ear: "You are happy to lie to me? Huh?"
Zhuo Jian just hid aside, but she was quickly trapped in his arms, "You have been my woman for a long time. This kind of thing can be avoided today, and it will be inevitable in the future."
Zhuo Jian's ears felt hot.
"And I'm not afraid to tell you that I need this..."
Fu Yanye's voice could only be heard by her.
But that's enough.
Zhuo Jian's neck was sucked again, and she hummed a little, and then he started sucking harder.
Under the dark yellow wall lamp, Fu Yanye asked her to face him head-on, looking straight at her with his black eyes: "Why don't you try to accept me?"
Zhuo Jian listened to his heartbeat beating violently, and his mind became clearer and clearer.
No matter how forceful and domineering he was at this moment, she could still say, "I have no confidence in you."
"Why don't you have confidence? You have liked me since you were a child, haven't you already had full confidence in me?"
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with dark eyes and replied firmly: "At that time, I was young and ignorant."
"..."
Fu Yanye was so angry with her that she sighed, then smiled helplessly and kissed the fragrant skin on her neck.
Zhuo Jian raised her hand to push his shoulder. Fu Yanye kissed him again before facing her again: "Now you are even more ignorant."
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief, pushed him again, looked into his eyes, and asked him: "Then you want more?"
"Yes! What you don't get is always the best."
"..."
"Jian Jian, the more you don't want to give it to me, the more I want to force you."
"..."
"This is the bad nature of men, so you might as well learn to be better and obey me. Maybe I will get tired of it before the wedding day and you can get away."
"..."
I don't know if he believed it or not, but after he finished whispering in her ear, Zhuo Jian was really moved.
But when she thought of his relationship with Ruxiang, she unconsciously resisted, "Don't coax me, I don't believe you."
"Then shall I write you a letter of guarantee?"
Fu Yanye suggested.
"..."
In fact, there used to be people who loved to write letters of guarantee to others, but that person was her.
Every time he was unhappy, she would write a letter of guarantee.
I have also written a review letter.
She can do anything to make him happy.
Zhuo Jian's heart felt like a hedgehog rolling around in her heart.
"You say I'll write it, as long as you're satisfied, I'll do it, eh?"
Fu Yanye coaxed while kissing her skin.
Zhuo Jian felt that her breath had become a little thin, and her heart felt a little cold. As soon as she lowered her head and saw him, she immediately grabbed his shoulders and pushed hard: "Fu Yanye, I really can't do it tonight."
"reason!"
Fu Yanye asked in person.
"I, I just can't do it anyway. Get up quickly, I'm very tired."
Zhuo Jian was so anxious that he almost cried.
She couldn't leave him alone at this time.
Fu Yanye came to her again, kissed her lips gently twice, and reminded in a hoarse voice: "What's the reason? Give me a decent reason."