Zhuo Jian felt his hand lifting her dress, raised her hand and grabbed his hand: "Don't make trouble, this is the car."
"What about later?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask, and his two thin lips went from her lips down to kiss her fragrant neck.
He liked the smell of her body and was even intoxicated by it.
"Have you forgotten? Mom asked us to sleep separately."
Zhuo Jian reminded him softly.
Fu Yanye smiled, and then kissed her gently on the neck: "Baby, we are not elementary school students anymore."
Um?
Zhuo Jian was confused.
But later I thought about it and I just felt like I was doing something wrong.
Does he mean to say that he is past the age of listening to his mother?
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to hug his face to prevent him from kissing her again. He didn't know how much he drank before she went, but the smell of alcohol was in his breath, and even more so in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian actually felt soft in her heart, she knew she was tempted.
But when the voice came out, it was soft yet firm, "Wait until the wedding day!"
Fu Yanye was upset and felt that half a century would pass. He couldn't help frowning at her and kissed her again, "I don't want to, it's been too long."
"you can!"
Zhuo Jian held his face again, still sounding good and angry, coaxing him.
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian and felt that she was coaxing him.
Suddenly, I felt a lot happy, but I still crawled into her arms: "I want you, the kind that can't wait for a moment."
His hands were still messy. Zhuo Jian could only care about his mouth but not his hands. She was so uncomfortable that she couldn't laugh or cry, but she still had to coax him, "I promise you, when that day comes, I will do whatever you want."
Fu Yanye was tempted, but looking at her mouth, he couldn't help but kiss her hard: "Give me a little sweetness first."
He couldn't stand her coaxing him like this.
Zhuo Jian didn't know if that was the sweetness he was talking about, but she held his face and kissed him on the mouth.
Fu Yanye frowned, leaned on her and murmured: "That's it?"
"Not everyone knows as much as you do."
Zhuo Jian said shyly, not daring to look at him.
But as soon as she lowered her eyes, she saw his sexy Adam's apple again. She couldn't help but look down further. Well, she seemed to see his chest moving again and hear his heartbeat.
Zhuo Jian felt as if his blood was getting hot and he could only look away.
But she couldn't see anything, because he kissed her, touched her body, and said, "I promise, I just have a taste, and I will never force it."
Zhuo Jian wanted to cry and laugh at the same time, because he could never stop doing this kind of thing.
The barrier in front had been raised long ago, but Zhuo Jian still grabbed his hand, shook his head at him, and prayed with 100% gentleness in his eyes, "Just wait a little longer, it's only a few days."
"Kiss the head office, please?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say. Anyway, she didn't have the energy to struggle, so she let him kiss her for a while.
When the car stopped, Fu Yanye reluctantly got up, filled with desire and dissatisfaction.
Zhuo Jian pulled her skirt and sat down, not daring to look at him. She just turned her head and saw where they came from, and couldn't help but ask: "Why is this here?"
Fu Yanye didn't reply to her. After getting off the car, he walked around to her side, opened the car door and got half-way in. He continued to put his coat on her body, and then carried her out directly.
"Fu Yanye, I can leave by myself!"
Zhuo Jian lay on his shoulder, feeling the wind getting through her skirt.
Fu Yanye pressed hard on the hem of her skirt and coat, and said in a deep voice, "Stop talking nonsense."