She still remembered that when she came back, he thought she didn't know how to drink.
Time seems to be fleeting.
Thinking about what happened since I came back to now, when I came back to my senses, I had already finished a glass of wine.
Seeing that there wasn't much left in the bottle, Zhuo Jian was about to get another bottle, but before he could raise his hand, Fu Yanye poured all the wine in the bottle into his own glass.
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him.
In the huge space, the atmosphere suddenly became a little tense.
Fu Yanye put down the bottle, picked up the wine glass and touched the wine glass in her hand gently. There was only one or two drops left in her glass, so she did not move and watched him raise the glass and drain the wine in her own glass.
It cannot be denied that even the way he drinks is very provocative.
Zhuo Jian looked at his sexy Adam's apple and then up to his tight jawline, her heart started to beat unconsciously, and then she quietly shifted her attention while he wasn't paying attention.
She never let go of it, and lived every minute carefully.
After Fu Yanye finished drinking, he poured the glass down and said with a smile: "It's done."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a smile and said nothing.
Suddenly, time seems to have become more precise.
In the dim space, there were only two of them, and they were very ambiguous.
Fu Yanye walked around from the side of the glass table to her, and placed the wine glass in her hand farther inside.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him. She lowered her head and saw that the wine glass had been taken away. Gradually, one or two of her fingers were lifted up by his slender fingers and held in her hand.
Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes: "Mrs. Fu, it's time for us to do something else."
Zhuo Jian remained silent. His eyes had no concealment of desire from the beginning. She slowly raised her eyes to look at him, very firmly.
Fu Yanye didn't want to wait anymore.
He no longer wanted to worry about patience, restraint, or whether she was willing or not.
Because if we have to wait for her to take the initiative, I don't know how long it will take.
He stepped forward, his deep voice was elegant, but his words were evil, "I don't care about you anymore."
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and watched him bend down.
He picked the person up from the ground within two seconds.
Zhuo Jian put a hand behind his shoulder as usual, looking at him intently with clear eyes, but her heartbeat was already thundering.
He thought he already had such a strong personality, so why bother pretending to be elegant?
He carried her out of the kitchen with his long legs, went directly upstairs from the elevator, and took her into the room.
That night, not wanting to have sex anywhere other than the bed, he put her on the bed and leaned in front of her.
Zhuo Jian's clear eyes looked at him seemingly calmly until his lips fell on hers.
Both of them had the same taste of wine, astringent and endless aftertaste.
When Fu Yanye's hand caressed her waist, she no longer restrained herself, raised her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, and gently inserted her fingers into his black hair.
His body stiffened, but the next moment the kiss was gentle and affectionate.
He thought she would resist.
She didn't.
He thought she would yell stop.
She actually responded to him.
Zhuo Jian thought, there is one thing Ouyang Ping said is right, there is no need to treat your body badly.
Since we desire each other, let's have a good relationship.
Fu Yanye gently pulled open the straps of her pajamas, and when his hand slipped in, Zhuo Jian responded slightly to her reflexively.
He gently stroked the hair blocking her forehead with his left hand, kissed her lips, the tip of her nose, and between her eyebrows, and looked at her, "Do you miss me?"
The hoarse voice was not strong, but her heart felt wet.
She hugged him, raised her head and took the initiative to meet his two thin lips, hooking him and kissing her heartily.
Fu Yanye pressed her shoulders, looked at her with dark eyes and called her: "Zhuo Jian."