The direction they were going was towards the stairs.
The aunt came out and retreated quietly. Every time their young master hugged his young wife, they felt that the young couple was about to reconcile.
Fu Yanye quickly carried her to the room and placed her on the bed.
His movements were not rude, but his momentum gave people a feeling of being overpowered and oppressive.
Fu Yanye tilted her upper body, pinched her arm, and asked her, "Did you want to take off the ring just now?"
"I just think we may all take rings too seriously. Many people don't like to wear wedding rings."
Fu Yanye squeezed her arm harder, "So you don't care anymore? Do you want to take it off?"
She was already abroad, and the people there were strangers to them. As soon as she took off the ring, who knew if she was married? Those frivolous boys couldn't...
"Then when you took it off, was it because you didn't care?"
She could no longer control her emotions, her eyes were extremely hot, her eyes soon became blurry, and her voice became hoarse.
"I never didn't care, I just..."
Just gambling.
She would put it back on him herself.
But he seems to be wrong.
Fu Yanye regretted it so much that his intestines were empty, but there was no way he would tell her this.
"Just what?"
Zhuo Jian simply looked at him and asked him.
"What about you? Still want to be separated from me?"
Fu Yanye changed the subject.
There were tears in the corners of Zhuo Jian's eyes, but she was very clear in her heart. She closed her mouth for a while, and when she opened it again, she became speechless. It took a long time before she said the words, "I don't want to separate from you, I'm just afraid...
..."
"What are you afraid of?"
Fu Yanye looked at her eyes and asked her, his voice a little hoarse.
"As I said, I'm afraid you will get tired of it one day."
"Then you must be willing to give me a chance to get tired of it."
"You simply don't understand how you feel when you are given up over and over again and disappointed again and again."
Why do you say this?
Zhuo Jian thought of all the previous events and their separations again and again, and her tears flowed more and more unknowingly, getting hotter and hotter.
"What's your mood?"
Fu Yanye asked her, looking upset at her tears. He lowered his eyes and looked at her wet lips. He couldn't help but immediately pressed them up and sucked them hard.
Zhuo Jian closed his eyes in pain, unable to breathe, and raised his heart reflexively.
Fu Yanye's hands passed under her body, and he immediately hugged her tightly, making the kiss even tighter.
"How do you feel? Tell me?"
Fu Yanye kissed her, suddenly left her, and asked in a deep voice that he could not resist.
Zhuo Jian's lips became even more moist due to his kiss, and his heart also felt particularly depressed.
He kissed her suddenly, wanted her suddenly, and then pushed her away suddenly.
He can always be cool and free, right?
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and at that moment she suddenly couldn't help it. She held his face again like she had done in her office a few months ago, and then kissed him hard on the lips.
Her thin body was completely pressed against his, her thin arms wrapped around him and she wanted to turn him over, but her strength was too weak.
Fu Yanye, on the other hand, easily hugged her, and she was on top of him just a little bit.
Zhuo Jian was angry that she was always inferior to him. When she saw his dark eyes looking straight at her, she impulsively blocked his mouth again.
Usually he bites her.
But sometimes she bites him.
Fu Yanye's brows furrowed slightly, which proved that he was bitten by her, but his endurance to endure the pain was obviously much stronger, and he could quickly react from passive to active, and he immediately kissed her.