Fu Yanye's tall and straight body stood at the door of the bathroom, his abdominal muscles were perfectly exposed outside the towel, and his strong arms gently pressed against the door panel. Everything was perfect.
However, he was locked out by Lin Ruxiang, who mistakenly thought he was the one pestering him.
After taking a shower, Zhuo Jian was wiping her hair inside. Although she couldn't hear the movement outside, she knew he was standing outside the door, so she deliberately took her time.
Fu Yanye heard the hair dryer sounding, turned around and leaned against the wall, then waited silently.
She has to come out anyway.
Is he still afraid that he won't be able to eat?
But ten minutes later, the hair dryer stopped, and the person inside showed no intention of coming out.
Fu Yanye frowned, turned to look at the closed door, turned around, and whispered at the crack of the door: "Zhuo Jian, come out right away."
Zhuo Jian stood in front of the sink, clasping the edge with both hands.
Let her out?
And then be punished by him?
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to go out.
I don't know whether it was because of the hot water after taking a bath or because she thought of something else, but her skin was now covered with a layer of pink.
If Fu Yanye saw her like this, she would definitely die.
"I still have to remind you that I have keys to all the door locks in this bedroom."
key?
Zhuo Jian suddenly straightened up when he heard what was happening behind him.
Yes, how could she forget this?
but......
Zhuo Jian walked gently to the door and stood at the crack of the door, whispering: "I don't want it."
Fu Yanye's heart skipped a beat.
Her voice was very low for those four words, but she was extremely stubborn.
Fu Yanye groaned helplessly, raised his hand and scratched the center of his eyebrows, and asked her: "The reason?"
"I do not like!"
Zhuo Jian said again.
"You come out first and we'll talk slowly."
His ears were pressed against the door, which really didn't fit in with his CEO persona.
Zhuo Jian did not dare to open the door for him, "Shall we sleep on the bed and on the sofa as before?"
"You come out first, I can't hear you clearly."
Fu Yanye frowned more and more.
How can a man want to sleep separately from his wife?
Does she think they are still at that time?
All he could think of now was that he didn't want to be an ascetic.
He wants the woman hiding from him inside.
"I can't get out because you keep breaking your promise."
Zhuo Jian lowered his forehead to the door panel, and the more he spoke, the more frightened he became.
She was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself, and she didn't know how to get him to give up that idea.
"Zhuo Jian, I am your husband, a husband in need."
"Just for now!"
Only for a while.
Fu Yanye felt upset after hearing this, "If you don't want to, forget it."
He really didn't find it boring to force himself before.
Until we were separated from her by this door.
Zhuo Jian was slightly relieved after hearing this.
The phone happened to ring again. He answered the call, then put on his clothes and went to the bathroom door again: "Su Bai asked me to drink. I'm out."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
It wasn't until she heard the door knocking that she dared to unlock the bathroom and poke her head out.
Doesn't it seem like there's really no one outside?