"When will it be your turn to give me multiple-choice questions? Where's yours?"
Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes and asked her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, turned around, took out another one, and put it directly on her hand.
"Na!"
She raised her slender hand, and there was already a beautiful plain ring on it.
Fu Yanye was furious, and his eyes looked a little colder at her.
He just wants two people to wear rings for each other. Is it worth it for her to guard against him like a thief?
Zhuo Jian saw his look, lowered her eyes to avoid it, and only asked him: "Don't you want grandma to be happy? Why don't you put it on?"
Fu Yanye suddenly felt that her defensive look on him really made him unhappy.
In fact, he had some things to do in the afternoon, but now, he suddenly didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to let her know the consequences of playing tricks on him like this.
So he threw the ring on her neatly made bed.
Zhuo Jian looked over conditionedly, and then looked at him doubtfully.
Fu Yanye took off his coat casually and whispered: "I'll be happy first before talking."
"Fu Yanye, you promised me."
"What did I promise you?"
Fu Yanye smoothed his coat and threw it beside the bed, then approached her.
Zhuo Jian had no way to escape except the bedside.
But as soon as she took a step back, she couldn't move back anymore.
Fu Yanye, on the other hand, suddenly pinched her chin harshly, looked down at her and said, "No matter what I promise you, it is only on the premise that you follow me and listen to me."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled.
"Once I find out that you started to disobey me, plot against me, and deceive me, Zhuo Jian, I will tell you to regret what you have done."
"..."
Disobey him?
Plot against him?
Cheating him?
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. She looked at him with clear eyes and asked him: "Are we equal?"
"Equality? It depends on your mood!"
Fu Yanye said coldly.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
A man's heart is really unpredictable.
"It's not too late to regret now."
Fu Yanye said, looking down at her soft lips, his thin lips gently rubbing against them.
Zhuo Jian was forced to hold her chin up to feel his light kiss, and her breathing became restrained.
But he suddenly sucked her lower lip hard, and she couldn't help but moan. Then he pinched her chin with one hand, and held her small waist with the other, kissing her more wildly every time.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but grasp the fabric of his shirt tightly around his waist. When he kissed down the corners of her lips and tried to push her down on the bed, she suddenly raised her arms and hugged the back of his neck.
Fu Yanye paused for a moment.
"Do you have to do this? Why on earth do you want to hold a wedding with me?"
After Zhuo Jian stopped kissing him, he slowly lowered himself, but his voice was very clear.
"If you want to live your life with me, I hope you can respect me. Even if you can't be affectionate, you can at least treat me with respect."
Zhuo Jian slowly raised her eyes to look at him and said this to him.
She was trying to get him to promise her and do it her way.
But she didn't know if she had the ability.
After all, she could never figure out what he was thinking.
"If you don't want to live your whole life with me, but just want to be fresh, I also hope that we won't become friends who will never have contact with each other until we get divorced in the future."
Seeing his silence, Zhuo Jian said again.
Fu Yanye squeezed her waist a little harder, staring at her red lips with his dark eyes, "Why should I listen to you?"
He is rebellious by nature and naturally doesn't like to listen to anyone's opinions.
Zhuo Jian knew this very well, that's why her clear eyes looked at him so straightly and firmly, "Because..."