Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and after saying that, he grabbed her hand so that she could not stop him from unbuttoning it.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, but he was not as strong or as controlling as him, so he could only act in a hurry.
"Ask one more thing. If you still can't get it back, I will untie one more."
"..."
Can't be like this?
Zhuo Jian looked at him in fear, forgetting to even play tricks.
"Did I like kissing you before?"
Fu Yanye looked at her lips, his voice was low and his throat was a little dry.
Zhuo Jian moved his mouth unconsciously.
Fu Yanye immediately pressed his thumb down and restrained his breathing to remind: "Answer me."
"No, I don't like it."
Her eyes flickered and she turned away after speaking.
But Fu Yanye held her face and forced her to look at him: "Say it again."
"You don't like it."
Zhuo Jian was angry, why did he ask such a question?
What's the point?
She didn't believe that knowing it would help him recover. Didn't he remember that they were both pregnant with their daughters last time?
"Lying is not good for the fetus."
Fu Yanye's gentle voice reminded her.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him twice, then lowered her eyelashes, "I'm sleepy."
Show weakness.
Why!
"Exceptionally sleepy."
Pretending to be pitiful, very pitiful.
Fu Yanye looked at her delicate appearance and understood the word Shui Lingling again.
This is real water, right?
He couldn't help but want to kiss her.
He reached under her neck and held her hot nape, moved closer, and nuzzled the tip of her nose.
He wanted to kiss her, and his thin lips gently rubbed against hers.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to breathe, she just held the sheets hard.
But he didn't kiss her again.
He just rubbed it lightly and then kept that position.
She just seemed to want to respond?
He slowly opened his eyes and looked at her seriously.
Zhuo Jian hadn't felt him kiss her for a long time, so she opened her eyes, and soon her heart was on fire.
"Fu Yanye, you..."
Just when she was so embarrassed that she wanted to go crazy, his soft lips touched hers, and he slowly kissed and sucked.
Zhuo Jian's breathing gradually became sluggish and he couldn't push him away, so he squeezed his shoulders hard with both hands.
"Although I don't know if I liked kissing you before, but you definitely like kissing me."
Soon, he slowly let go of her lips, and when she was lost, he woke her up with one sentence.
She opened her eyes and couldn't see him clearly.
He stood up, sat on the edge of the bed, and looked at her very firmly.
Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster. For a long time, he only thought of one thing, getting a pillow.
But the pillow was held by him smoothly, and he said: "I know this is for me, I will put the bath water in, and we will sleep after washing."
"..."
——
At 8:30 a.m. the next day, Zhuo Jian set off directly from Shengyuan without going with the staff.
At noon, I arrived at a restaurant near the interviewer's home and had dinner with the staff to discuss the afternoon interview.
The interviewer is a retired comrade who writes novels at home when he is bored. Unexpectedly, he became famous in one book.
He also wrote about military matters, wars, and struggles, which quickly aroused heated discussion in the market, and he was immediately known to the public.
What is his own story and the source of his creative inspiration? This is the main content of their interview.
Opposite a forest, he received a group of them in a chic two-story building.
There is a river outside the house, flowing slowly into the mountains.
Who knew that the interviewer would say as soon as he saw Zhuo Jian: "Your grandfather and I are still old."