His dark eyes were like abyss, which made her heart tremble.
"What's next?"
It's only after eight o'clock now.
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled and she whispered, "Sleep?"
Fu Yanye looked at her silently.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat. What she meant by sleeping was sleep. He shouldn't have understood it wrong, right?
Fu Yanye sighed, "There has to be some foreplay. I don't like to sleep dry."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She was suddenly picked up from the chair. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, looked straight at him with clear eyes, and whispered, "Fu Yanye, what I mean is that I'm sleepy."
"It's only eight o'clock. You can't just eat and sleep all day long. You have to be active."
Fu Yanye said, carrying her to the living room and sitting on the sofa.
oh!
I should say sitting on his lap.
He took the remote control and turned on the TV, then hugged her legs and put her on the sofa, looking straight at her, "You have eyes on me, right?"
"I feel like I still have a little fever. I'm still considered a patient at this time, and patients need to stay in bed more."
Zhuo Jian spoke softly and explained to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with his dark eyes, and after a moment he suddenly asked her: "Is it different when you lie on me?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face turned red instantly and she couldn't believe her ears.
What kind of ridiculous statement is this?
She looked at his dark eyes, as cold as if he had just said something serious, and immediately looked away, "Of course it's different."
"Oh! It turns out that I am a little different from the bed."
"..."
Zhuo Jian frowned, thinking this was strange.
Did he misunderstand something?
Fu Yanye fell on the sofa with her in his arms, an arm under her neck. An advertisement for a milk tea happened to appear on the TV. What a coincidence, the spokesperson was someone they both knew, Shen Lanxin.
Zhuo Jian looked at the innocent and lovely girl on TV. If she hadn't known her, she wouldn't have dared to think that she was the same person as Shen Lanxin.
Fu Yanye just asked her lazily, "Would you like to drink milk tea?"
Feeling his cool breath behind her ears, she lowered her head subconsciously and whispered, "I don't want to."
"Didn't you always like to drink milk tea before? You even took grandma to drink it."
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian then slightly turned her head to look at him, only seeing his beautiful jawline, and asked him, "If I say I want to drink, are you going to buy it for me now?"
It's raining outside.
"Not going."
Fu Yanye said.
"..."
Then why ask?
"Just asking."
"..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around again, but his arms wrapped her around her body and kept pushing her into his arms.
With her forehead pressed against his warm chest again, Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she asked him in a slightly hoarse voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"What about you, what do you want to do?"
He lowered his head and looked at the top of her head with his dark eyes, where the myriad of things seemed to be tangled up.
The moment Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, he felt stabbed in his heart.
"I told you to go to bed but you didn't let me. You said you were watching TV and you made me..."
Zhuo Jian had tears in her eyes and was about to burst out to protest, but before she could do so, her mouth was suddenly blocked by him.