"snort."

Zhuo Jian blinked and gave him a smiley expression.

"Does it make you happy to bully me?"

Or perhaps the atmosphere was just right, and his movements were extremely natural.

Zhuo Jian suddenly felt warm.

Fu Yanye casually grabbed her hand and put it on his heart, spreading her fingers.

Through the thin shirt, the warmth of her hands was quickly transferred to him.

Or maybe it was his hot temperature that was passed on to her.

Fu Yanye was more like a boy getting so close to a woman for the first time, and even his ears turned red.

Zhuo Jian tried to take her hand away from his heart. He couldn't remember what happened before, but she was no longer an ignorant girl.

She has learned too much in her years of living with him.

But the intertwining of hands with his was inseparable.

Fu Yanye looked at her, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The memory suddenly returned to before returning to China.

At that time, he and Lin Ruxiang lived in the same house.

Lin Ruxiang once touched his hand, but he didn't know what happened. When she couldn't see it, he secretly ran to the bathroom and washed his hands at least ten times.

Afterwards, he felt that he was abnormal.

However, he couldn't control himself.

And when she touched him, he not only didn't feel dirty, but he even felt that she was still unsatisfied.

"Fu Yanye, it's obviously you who bullies others."

No one is like this.

She couldn't even remember it, and she still had to put her hand on her heart.

Seeing that she was anxious, Fu Yanye finally let go of her hand.

Zhuo Jian immediately put his hands behind his back and glared at him stubbornly.

Fu Yanye smiled: "Then let you continue to bully me."

He found that she seemed very happy when she bullied him?

Just now she couldn't hide her smile, but when he touched her, she became anxious again.

No matter what, pregnant women cannot be unhappy.

From last night until she came this morning, the only thing Fu Yanye thought about was her.

And sure enough, after she came, his hanging heart slowly dropped to its original place.

He himself wondered why he wanted to see her so much, even...

I used to think that he was not familiar with her now and should keep a polite distance.

But slowly, he almost couldn't help but go to the other side to occupy her bed last night, occupying...

Fu Yanye looked at her, but the more he looked at her, the less he wanted to let her go so easily.

"I see your fever has gone down. I have to go."

Zhuo Jian still put his hands behind his back and whispered stubbornly.

She wanted to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, the trouble would be even more unpleasant.

She didn't want to be touched by someone who didn't remember her.

Before she knew it, he had been lying on her lap for a long time.

"Today is my birthday, so let me be unreasonable for once."

He turned around and buried his face in her arms, hugging her plump waist again.

Zhuo Jian felt like she couldn't breathe. She wanted to scold him but felt that she shouldn't.

He has a fever.

He didn't ask her to kiss him or tell him she loved him in a domineering manner like before. He had already done a great job.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but frown.

She was used to pampering her son, but he didn't make things difficult for her, yet she actually thought he was great.

He is not a son.

The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more bored he became. He couldn't help but muttered: "Fu Yanye, if you want to sleep, go to bed."

"Unless you accompany me."

If so, he would be willing to take a few more steps.

"What a beautiful thought."

Zhuo Jian murmured.

It's not easy for her to take care of him now, okay?

Still want to push your limits?

snort.

Firmly refuse to agree.

"Can't I think more beautifully?"
Chapter completed!