Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "It's okay. You know, he treats me as his sister."
"snort!"
Fu Yanye sneered after hearing this.
Ambiguous men and women usually start with older brothers and sisters.
Didn’t she call him Brother Yanye when she was a child?
Later she became his woman.
"I suggest you don't get too close to him."
Fu Yanye said.
"We didn't move much at first. He only called to care after Ouyang Ping said I was injured."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"There's something I haven't told you, but I think it's better for you to know."
"What?"
"His sister is indeed very similar to you, but after his sister died, her heart was transplanted to Lin Ruxiang."
"..."
"He suddenly came to City A and used his dead sister to be your friend, but he didn't tell you that her sister's heart was given to Lin Ruxiang. Don't you think it's strange?"
Fu Yanye asked her again.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt horrified for some reason.
It turned out that his sister's heart was given to Lin Ruxiang. No wonder he felt something wrong every time he heard Lin Ruxiang's name. At first, Lin Ruxiang said that they were friends, but that was it.
But what does this have to do with her?
Fu Yanye saw her starting to think deeply, and then she ate with satisfaction.
Fu Yan had been sleeping on the sofa every night for a week, but this night he suddenly sat on the edge of the bed and said to her: "Squeeze in?"
Zhuo Jian lay in the middle of the bed and looked at him, "If you don't want to sleep on the sofa, just go back and sleep."
"Before, I didn't dare to sleep with you on the bed because I was afraid of touching your injuries."
After Fu Yanye explained, he lay down directly on her side. Since she was in the middle of the bed, he could only occupy one edge, so he turned sideways and tried to scratch the tip of her nose.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously moved inside immediately.
Fu Yanye's body followed and rubbed inside.
The half of Zhuo Jian's body next to him felt a little numb, and she turned to look at him: "I am a patient."
"I know, but you are just hurt in the heart."
Fu Yanye lowered his hand and stretched it through the sleeves of her wide pajamas.
Her arms were not as cold as before and felt very comfortable to touch.
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red. Being alone together this week was enough to make her feel upset, and he provoked her like this again.
"Zhuo Jian, I don't want to endure it anymore."
Fu Yanye lowered his head and touched her shoulder, murmuring.
Zhuo Jian's heart ached when she heard that, and she immediately wanted to see him, but when she didn't see him, she felt a little lost.
There were only two people in the room, and it was extremely quiet.
"What don't you want to endure?"
"you!"
Fu Yanye's hand was still caressing her gently, but the word "you" was said very firmly.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped half a beat and he just lay quietly.
Fu Yanye rubbed her shoulder again, "I know you want to stay away from me, but I don't want to, and I don't plan to embarrass myself anymore."
Zhuo Jian listened quietly, not knowing how to reply to him.
In fact, many times, she didn't know how to reply to him.
"No one knows which one of the accident or tomorrow will come first, so why should I let myself live an unhappy life in an uncertain time."
"..."
So let's make things difficult for her?
Fu Yanye suddenly raised his head, holding his hands behind his ears, and said to her: "One of us must be happy, right?"