Fu Yanye returned to her eyes again, looking at her with lustful black eyes.
Zhuo Jian blushed, let go, and urged in a low voice: "Hurry up."
Fu Yanye didn't want to leave, as if he were doing a plank, one hand supported her side, the other held her chin that was softly hit by the light, and covered it with her thin lips again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe.
His kiss was more lustful than any other time in the past few days.
"I'll be back soon."
It's just that this kiss left no trace.
Even if you taste it.
He found a nightgown, put it on and left quickly.
Zhuo Jian lay there and couldn't help but touch her heart after watching him go out.
He can't do anything else well, but he is very serious about this.
After he left, she quickly got up and looked for her pajamas. She woke up too quickly and the wound still hurt a little, but she soon stabilized herself and went to open the cupboard door. There were so many pajamas inside that she was spoiled for choice, but soon she stopped wearing them.
I casually took a set of pajamas and put them on.
By the time Fu Yanye carried Chengcheng upstairs, she had already changed her clothes and picked up the bath towel and put it in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom.
Fu Yanye looked at her lying on the side with a little disappointment, but considering that there was a boy on the bed, he could only do this.
“The change was pretty quick.”
Fu Yanye looked at her and said.
Zhuo Jian didn't reply to him, but just glanced at her precious son.
Chengcheng was already feeling sleepy. When he saw her, he immediately rolled into her arms and quickly found his favorite position on her body.
Fu Yanye: "..."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing that he was indeed very angry, she raised her hand and made a shushing gesture to her lips to stop him from talking nonsense.
Fu Yan knelt on the bed in the middle of the night and whispered: "Don't let him touch your wound."
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed softly.
Chengcheng soon fell asleep in her arms. Zhuo Jian touched his little head, and the more he touched, the more comfortable he felt.
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looked at the gentle look in her eyes when she looked at her son, feeling a little jealous and a little happy unconsciously.
He likes Zhuo Jian who is so gentle and gentle.
She was originally supposed to be like this, but...
Fu Yanye remembered something, and his eyes gradually showed remorse.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she raised her eyes and looked at him: "You can take another look at your son."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes obediently, this kid is really annoying.
Zhuo Jian remembered that when Chengcheng was just born, he was so small. It was less than a year old, but it was already so long and could still call mom and dad.
She lowered her head and kissed Chengcheng gently on the head.
Fu Yanye frowned and wanted to laugh, but felt depressed inside.
——
In the middle of the night, it was raining lightly outside.
Zhuo Jian felt something moving next to her. Because Chengcheng was there, she thought it was Chengcheng, so she opened her eyes.
But he saw the person next to Chengcheng carrying Chengcheng to him.
Fu Yanye was afraid of disturbing her, so he was very gentle.
Chengcheng was not disturbed, stretched his hands above his head, and continued to sleep soundly.
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes immediately when she saw him getting out of bed. Soon, Fu Yanye came behind her from the end of the bed and lifted her up.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her 'asleep' appearance. His movements were gentler than when he was holding his son. With a little space, he lay down behind her and gently hugged her from behind.
It seemed that only at this moment did he feel like he was with her.
Although he was very happy to be able to sleep on the same bed, the boy across him still kept him from falling asleep.
Only when you are really by her side, feeling her body temperature, and holding her in your arms can you call it rest.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes fluttered, the warmth behind him was familiar and precious.
Yes, it is precious.
In fact, she always knew in her heart that she longed for more thoughtfulness and gentleness from him.
Gradually, she fell asleep again, together with the people behind her.