Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, looked into his gloomy black eyes and said.
His hand gradually moved to hold her chin. He hated it when she said she regretted it.
"What do you regret? Do you regret coming to see your ex-husband, or do you regret ever loving me?"
"all."
Zhuo Jian's crystal clear eyes held her unique persistence.
After Fu Yanye heard all that sound, he couldn't help but laugh. But the next moment, he pinched her chin hard to make her head up, and then slowly sucked her lips with his thin lips that smelled of cigarette smoke.
Kiss.
Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe for a long time, and was about to gasp when he was about to suffocate, but suddenly he tasted the faint smell of tobacco on the tip of his tongue, and Fu Yanye's kiss began to get deeper and deeper.
"You know what I hate the most, and you hate me too, but what should I do? I damn want to have sex with you."
After Fu Yanye kissed her, he still didn't want to let her go. He forced her to move against the wall, and the sound coming out of his teeth was even more intimidating.
Zhuo Jian's eyes slowly raised, "But you are no longer qualified."
Fu Yanye's black eyes stared straight at her.
"We are divorced, ex-husband."
Zhuo Jian's words made him feel like he had been stabbed several times in the heart.
"Can I leave now?"
Seeing that he was silent, Zhuo Jian stared at him stubbornly and asked.
Fu Yanye suddenly smiled, looked at her swollen lips from his kiss, pinched her chin again and held her red lips, and then...
"Um!"
Soon, the smell of blood made Zhuo Jian frown.
He wanted to bite her, but he did.
She put her hand on his heart and tried to push him away, but the moment she was bitten, she did not dare to move because the further away he was, the more painful the bite would be.
Fu Yanye felt that she was in pain and had to stamp her feet before letting go. Then his dark black eyes looked at the blood drops on her lips with a smile. When he looked at her eyes again, there was more evil in his eyes and he asked her: "
You don’t need to record the show tomorrow, right? It seems like there’s no way to record it like this.”
"you......"
"Still so squeamish."
He wiped the blood on her lips with his hand and did not let go immediately. Instead, he pressed his hand and looked at her and asked, "Do you want to taste your own blood?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red and white.
He put his hand on her lips and asked her that question. She knew exactly what it meant.
She didn't even know what his bad intentions were, so she just pushed him hard with both hands.
She swore that if she came to see him again because of his illness or something, she would be a pig.
But she couldn't push him, his legs were still against hers, motionless, and his black eyes suddenly turned to look at her gloomily, and he suddenly held her wrists tightly, and she looked at her in shock.
When he spoke, his low and deep voice reminded her: "Zhuo Jian, you are the one who provoked me this time."
"Let me go, you bastard."
Zhuo Jian was so angry that she never dared to look at him again.
Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her again, between her lips and teeth, on the edges of her ears, and on her long neck.
She probably didn't wear perfume, the smell was the one he was most familiar with.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but hug her as he kissed her.
As soon as Zhuo Jian's feet left the ground, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around him, "Fu Yanye, what do you want to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Fu Yanye asked, then hugged her and turned around to walk to the bed.
"We are divorced."
Zhuo Jian looked up and saw the neat bed and immediately reminded him in panic.