Fu Yanye was angry. She used to listen to everything he said, but why didn't she listen to anything now?
You just know how to piss him off!
Zhuo Jian stopped mopping the floor, looked up at the person who was eager to come in, and couldn't help but smile and said to him: "If you really come in and hug me, then Young Master Ye, I can only think that you are the love
You fell in love with me, but you still fell in love with me!"
Fu Yanye paused when he heard these words, but when he saw the deliberate smile between her eyebrows, he quickly walked in.
Zhuo Jian was flustered. She sat there and watched him approach in a few strides. She reflexively pointed the rag at him: "Don't touch me!"
Fu Yanye pinched her wrist, and she immediately dropped the rag on the ground in pain, and then threw her over his shoulder to resist.
"ah!"
Zhuo Jian was so painful that she almost spit out the water she drank tonight.
"Don't touch my clothes with your hands, or you will get beaten!"
"..."
As soon as Zhuo Jian's hand touched his clothes, she heard that she was going to be beaten, and immediately raised her head to the ground.
Fu Yanye carried her out and headed to the opposite community.
Zhuo Jian almost vomited after being carried home by him.
His shoulders were so thin and hard that it would be worse than death for her to lie on them.
But before she could vomit, she discovered something terrible. Fu Yanye took her to the bedroom and the bathroom.
Zhuo Jian was trembling with fear when she was pressed inside: "Fu Yanye, what are you going to do?"
"I'm so dirty!"
Fu Yanye lowered his head, and as he spoke, he turned on the faucet in the bathtub and took off the shower head above.
Zhuo Jian was suddenly showered and reflexively closed his eyes tightly.
"Take off all these quickly and throw them away!"
As he spoke, his beautiful fingers went to her collar to help her...
Yes, remove it with force, and all the buttons fall into the bathtub one by one.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was about to get hard and held his wrist, but there was a huge disparity in strength between men and women, so he didn't even break free. Her hand followed his wrist, and when the buttons fell off, her clothes opened, and
He pulled at her roughly.
"Fu Yanye, you are crazy!"
Zhuo Jian didn't expect that he would do this to him, so she hugged herself in panic and yelled at him.
"This is also a reminder for you. Don't always say that I love you so much. You know that I am dirty. I can't see any dirty things in my eyes. If I see them, I have to clean them!"
"..."
Fu Yanye declared, taking off her shirt and throwing it away.
Zhuo Jian was so frightened that her face turned pale. Seeing that he was about to take off her black suspender belt, she immediately hugged her shoulders and said, "I'll do it myself!"
Fu Yanye stopped his hand and saw her little face turning red. Then he felt less depressed and asked her, "Are you still bullying my mysophobia?"
Zhuo Jian hesitated for a moment, then quickly shook his head.
"Are you still provoking whether I love you or not?"
"..."
She then shook her head.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes with satisfaction. Unexpectedly, when he lowered his eyes, he saw the place where the girl was not covering her tightly. His throat tightened, and he raised his eyes to look at her.
The water slowly rose and was about to overflow. Zhuo Jian weakly reminded: "Can you go out first?"
"You think I don't want to be here?"
Fu Yanye was in a bad mood just now. She has been using you to him these past two days.
"I'll go out after cleaning up!"
Zhuo Jian extended one hand out, signaling him to go out.
Fu Yanye suddenly approached harshly: "Let me wash it for you!"