Zhuo Jian was embarrassed, covered his eyes and said.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, kissed her thin shoulder gently, and took away her hand covering her eyes, "You must have learned how to hide your ears and steal the bell."
Zhuo Jian had no face to look at him and turned her head: "Stop making trouble, I'm cold."
Fu Yanye glanced down until he saw her injury, and couldn't bear to cover the two of them with a quilt.
But he immediately leaned against her side again.
The moment the quilt covered her body, she felt much more at ease.
Fu Yanye kissed her shoulder gently, kissing her little by little to the edge of the wound, and using his warm fingertips, he peeled off what she had attached to the wound.
Zhuo Jian felt numb all over from his kiss. When she felt that he wanted to look at her wound, she raised her hand to cover it: "No."
Fu Yanye held her hand and put it back. After looking at the long scar with his dark eyes, he kissed her scar lightly with his thin lips.
Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot and he closed his eyes.
Fu Yanye's thin lips stayed there for a long time, very lightly.
Zhuo Jian looked down at him and whispered: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye said nothing, but continued to kiss her again, but not as gently as before.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian shouted again anxiously.
His kiss left her belly and came back to her eyes. His dark eyes looked at her deeply: "Tell me, did you think about me at that time, even just for a moment."
He almost lost her again.
He still couldn't accept this fact.
Zhuo Jian sighed softly, looked into his dark eyes, raised her hand and stroked his black hair: "Yes."
"real?"
His voice was hoarse, and he wanted an affirmation uncertainly.
"Well, the only person I thought of before I fainted was you."
Even though she wanted to escape so much, at that time, she couldn't think of anyone else.
Even a son.
When Fu Yanye heard this sentence, something suddenly shone in his eyes, and the breath between his thin lips was hot, and slowly fell on her lips again.
"Zhuo Jian, you love me."
After Fu Yanye kissed her gently, he whispered against her forehead.
She loves him.
She already knew it.
Zhuo Jian didn't let go of him, she just closed her eyes silently.
"Wife?"
For a long time, in the lonely space, his low voice came again.
Zhuo Jian was a little confused when he called her, "Huh?"
"Why don't you ask me?"
"What?"
"Love you or not."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, her hand in his black hair did not leave, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.
Fu Yanye's hot breath sprayed between her nose and lips, and his lips gently kissed the tip of her nose.
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth, finally moistened his throat, and whispered: "Go pick up your son and come over to sleep with him."
"Just, can't it be two people?"
Fu Yanye asked her reluctantly.
"We agreed to spend time together."
Zhuo Jian whispered.
Fu Yanye listened to her emotional whisper and reluctantly raised his head to look at her.
When he saw her delicate and resentful clear eyes, his heart softened and he kissed her lips again, "I'll hug him."
Zhuo Jian didn't move anymore, but he slowly stood up. The two people in the bed were naked, and he lowered his eyes...
A gust of wind poured into the bed, neither cold nor hot, but it burned people.
Zhuo Jian immediately pulled the quilt inward with force.