Fu Yanye sat next to her, put his hand gently on her shoulder, and said softly.
Zhuo Jian instantly got up and sat down, looking at him dullly, "How can this be done?"
"Why not? Don't you want me to stay?"
"I...but you can't stay for me."
Zhuo Jian calmed down and asked herself, of course she wanted him to stay, she wanted to be with him, but was this normal?
"Do you want to?"
Fu Yanye asked her patiently.
"I don't want to disrupt your normal life."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, lowered his head and said.
"My normal life? Not you?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and looked at him. Was she her in his normal life?
"I am, but I can't be your whole life. You still have such a big group to manage, and you still have such friends."
"..."
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped talking and just looked at her straightly.
Zhuo Jian was flustered by what he saw and couldn't help but murmured, "Isn't it true? Did I say something wrong?"
She never dared to think that she was everything to him.
Fu Yanye suddenly smiled and took his hand away from her shoulders, "You are right, you are just a part of my life, not all of it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that something was wrong, and was even more sure that he was angry. She couldn't help but gently hooked his hand with her little finger, but as soon as she touched it, he took it away.
Zhuo Jian was immediately flustered, "I didn't mean that."
"Then what do you mean? Is there something wrong with my understanding? You don't ask me to treat you as everything, but you're not afraid that you only belong to me, right?"
"..."
"Fu Yanye."
She called him softly.
Fu Yanye turned away and stopped looking at her, "You want to say that we are just part of each other's lives? Is it because I'm not good enough to you?"
"I didn't say you weren't good enough to me."
Especially during this time, she was almost spoiled by him.
"Then why do you still know the difference so clearly?"
Fu Yanye asked again, and looked at her straight in his eyes, that look was like a sharp dagger.
In the darkness, right into the depths of her eyes.
Zhuo Jian was suddenly confused.
What did she say?
Make him angry.
"You go to sleep first, I'll go out and get some fresh air."
Fu Yanye said.
But when he got up, he found that he only had a bath towel tied around his waist. He frowned in annoyance and then didn't move.
Seeing that he couldn't get out, Zhuo Jian stood up and gently pulled him: "Don't be angry, that's not what I meant."
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Do you want to sleep?"
Zhuo Jian saw that he was still so angry, and after holding it in for a long time, he could only say this sentence.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, angrily akimbo.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, then lowered her head again, "Do you want to sleep or not?"
"Mrs. Fu, can I ask you to be more serious with me? I'm still angry now."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and did not look at him, only muttering: "I know you are angry, but it is already very late."