Zhuo Jian raised his head, looked at him with watery and charming eyes, and then kissed him again, suddenly feeling that there should be a strawberry mark here.
But after she did that, Fu Yanye could no longer restrain himself. He lifted her to a certain height, then turned around and pressed her into the sofa, "Is that intentional?"
"Didn't you leave hickeys on my neck too?"
Zhuo Jian thought he was angry and was not convinced.
Fu Yanye couldn't bear it anymore, lowered his head and started to kiss her, passionately and intensely.
In the quiet living room, things became more and more ambiguous and affectionate. Fu Yanye pressed her down and kissed her, and ordered in a low voice, "Say you miss me."
"I miss you!"
"Think too much?"
"I really, really want to, Fu Yanye!"
"Call my husband!"
"husband!"
"good!"
Fu Yanye kissed her again with satisfaction and couldn't wait to take her to the room upstairs.
Zhuo Jian felt like she was floating on the water. She didn't know what time it was. He finally put her on the bed, and she felt safer. She turned over slightly and reached the familiar chest.
She liked to sleep with him in her arms, and she slept thinking of him every night this week, thinking about the feeling of being in his arms, and thinking about the smell of him.
Fu Yanye hugged her and whispered: "Are you sleepy?"
"We can chat until dawn."
Say all the things you have wanted to say to the other person since you were a child but have never dared to say them.
"Fool, just sleep when you're tired."
He kissed her gently on the forehead and hugged her into his arms again.
Are they still afraid that they won’t have time to talk in the future?
Zhuo Jian really didn't want to sleep, but it was so comfortable in his arms. Within a moment of being caressed by him on her back, her eyes fluttered and she fell asleep.
——
She woke up from bed early the next morning, looked around and saw nothing on both sides, and suddenly got up.
Wasn't it a dream yesterday?
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes, so she ran downstairs barefoot.
Fu Yanye came out of the kitchen when he heard the sound, frowning, "Go back and put on your shoes, and walk slowly step by step."
"Ah good!"
Zhuo Jian's eyes were filled with tears the moment she saw him, and she couldn't help but choke up after hearing his instructions. She nodded and turned to leave, but she couldn't help but look back at him.
And he's still standing there.
Zhuo Jian's eyes suddenly turned red and he immediately ran upstairs.
"Slower!"
Fu Yanye's thin lips moved, but the sound was low and inaudible.
What did this woman do?
Zhuo Jian went back to put on her shoes, but suddenly she sat on the edge of the bed and couldn't move. She put her hands through her hair, and suddenly her eyelashes were wet with tears.
What happened to her?
Are you so anxious about gains and losses?
He is her husband and he does a great job.
It was not a dream, and he had no intention of running away.
Zhuo Jian choked, then gradually pressed his hands on his burning eyes.
