Zhuo Jian thought there was something wrong with his ears, "leaving scars?"
"What she said was not pleasant to hear. Yan Ye got angry and smashed the wine glass. The glass shards splashed on her face and the corners of her eyes. It is said that she injured her bones."
"..."
The stern words frightened her, and she turned to look at Fu Yanye. Fu Yanye saw the scrutiny in her eyes and just let her look.
"Sister Jian, do you have anything else to ask? Brother, tell me everything you know?"
Su Bai asked her in a good temper.
Zhuo Jian had nothing to ask, so she just smiled helplessly.
"If there is no more, then let's have a bar? You can't drink, let them squeeze you some fresh juice?"
Su Bai said thoughtfully.
Zhuo Jian nodded.
I don't know who set the timer for the music, but an old song suddenly played on the speaker. Listening to the lyrics, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look up at the big screen.
Su Bai went out to find someone to squeeze juice for her, and Yan Zheng excused herself to smoke.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at Fu Yanye. He was still leaning there lazily, but his eyes were always on her.
He didn't speak, and Zhuo Jian didn't want to speak either. There was fruit on the table, so she picked the sour one and ate two pieces.
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned next to her, "I want to eat too."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, then took a new fruit pick, randomly found a piece of fruit, and presented it to him.
Fu Yanye frowned and said, "I don't like eating this."
"Then what do you like to eat?"
Zhuo Jian asked him coldly.
Fu Yanye didn't know why she was in a bad mood. He thought it would be fine if he explained it clearly.
Zhuo Jian was so upset by what he saw that she stuffed the fruit directly into her mouth. When she ate it, she realized it was cantaloupe. It was so sweet that it made her throat uncomfortable.
Just when she was hesitating to swallow it, her face was suddenly turned towards him.
Without saying anything, her vision went dark and her lips were already captured by him.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she could even taste the wine in his mouth.
Fu Yanye kissed her deeply, tasting the taste of cantaloupe in her mouth. When she pushed her hands into his chest, he held her on his lap with just a little force, and then pressed him to the other side.
Zhuo Jian's face turned pale in fright at his sudden movement, but before she could see him clearly when she opened her eyes, he suddenly pressed down again and moved his lips on hers.
Fu Yanye was not as forceful as before this time, just kissing her gently. When he felt that she was almost out of breath, he stopped, his dark eyes looked at her shy appearance when he kissed her, and whispered, "Are you still angry?"
Zhuo Jian slowly opened his eyes and gave him an unhappy look.
Fu Yanye immediately made a move to kiss him again. Zhuo Jian reflexively raised her hand to cover his mouth, "No kissing allowed."
She didn't have any strength when being kissed by him, and even her voice was weak, but he regarded her as coquettish.
There was a smile on Fu Yanye's eyebrows, but he didn't move for a long time.
Zhuo Jian's palms gradually became moist, and when his face became hot, he wanted to take his hands away.
But the warm palm immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on the even hotter chest.
Through a thin layer of fabric, she felt his strong heartbeat.
He whispered: "Do you feel it? It's beating for you."
Zhuo Jian was suddenly teased and speechless, but her clear eyes still looked at him stubbornly.
Fu Yanye's low and deep voice coaxed her, "Don't be angry, she and I really have nothing to do with each other."
