Fu Yanye didn't allow her to resist, so he pulled her forward, hugged her and pushed her forward.
Zhuo Jian was extremely embarrassed. After entering the apartment, she stood at the door and didn't want to go inside: "Do you prefer me to hold you and walk around?"
Zhuo Jian touched his arm and walked forward quickly.
Fu Yanye glanced at her face again before going to find the medicine box, and said to her somewhat depressedly: "Go and take off your makeup!"
"no need?"
Zhuo Jian did not take off her makeup today, because even so, the red fingerprints could already be seen on her face. If she had taken off her makeup...
But Fu Yanye said: "If you don't remove the makeup, will the medicine be effective?"
"..."
Will it be effective to remove makeup and apply medicine?
Zhuo Jian looked at him distrustfully, but finally couldn't resist and went to remove her makeup.
There are also women's supplies in the bathroom, the ones she used when she was there.
Fu Yanye found the ointment and called someone by the way.
Soon he got the answer he wanted.
Zhuo Jian took off her makeup and came out, grabbing her hair hard: "I want to apply the medicine myself!"
Fu Yanye had already opened the lid of the ointment and looked at her: "Come here!"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to go there very much.
Fu Yanye grabbed her directly, took her to the sofa and pushed her down.
Zhuo Jian......
Why should I push her down when applying medicine?
Fu Yanye’s explanation was: “It’s clearer this way!”
"..."
Zhuo Jian stopped talking and stayed quietly.
But he knelt on both sides of her waist and brushed her long hair away, his brows furrowed into a "Sichuan" shape.
The four finger prints there are not only red, they are clearly like the fire that was pinched out after a person was sick, red and purple!
Zhuo Jian turned his face sideways: "I told you I would do it myself!"
"You don't even know how to hide when someone hits you?"
Fu Yanye asked her angrily, then picked a little ointment on his fingertips and gently rubbed it on her face.
"Caught off guard!"
What Zhuo Jian said was true. He was really caught off guard. That slap came too fast and too suddenly!
Fu Yanye didn't speak anymore, but kept applying medicine to her patiently with a cold face. Zhuo Jian glanced at him, and for some reason, felt that his breath seemed to be trembling.
But soon she had no time to consider his mood. Because of the pain, it hurt so much that she almost burst into tears. She bit her lips hard to hold it back.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and saw that she was biting her lips purple, and gave a low command: "Let go!"
Zhuo Jian looked at him with tears in her eyes: "It hurts!"
Fu Yanye couldn't breathe in her heart and lungs, so she opened her mouth, and the next second he held her chin and kissed her hard on her soft lips.
Zhuo Jian felt it hurt more, but when she moaned he became more cruel, so she could only endure it.
Fu Yanye lay on top of her, raising his hands to protect the top of her head while kissing her more passionately.
Zhuo Jian heard her own heartbeat beating violently and in pain.
Someone's cell phone rang again. The person who kissed her stopped for a moment, but then kissed her harder.
Zhuo Jian felt like a useless little wild cat, being slaughtered by others!
Fortunately, his hand inadvertently touched the tears flowing from the corners of her eyes. He suddenly stopped and looked into her red eyes. At this moment, he wanted to kill someone.
Still thinking about the ringtone of his cell phone, he stood up and picked up the phone to answer it, but he was kneeling in front of her.
"Hello?"
"Yan Ye, my mother went to see Ah Jian today. My mother may have some misunderstanding, so..."
"I remember I made it very clear, don't call again!"
After Fu Yanye finished speaking in a cold voice, he threw away the phone, then bent down again, with one hand on top of her head and the other holding her shoulder, looking straight at her with his black eyes.