She leaned back in her seat again, maintaining her sleeping position, "What are you doing?"
"It's all soaked. If you fall asleep like this, you will have a fever tomorrow."
"Ah Yeh."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Jian sneezed firmly.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Zhuo Jian covered his mouth and nose, but he still felt sorry.
Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, and saw that she was covering her so tightly, and raised her hand to hold her wrist.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was going to do, but he just didn't want to let go.
"I'm so stupid."
Fu Yanye looked at her, his voice was low and...
Zhuo Jian's heart was hot, and the illusion that he cared about her came to his heart again.
Fu Yanye insisted on taking away her hand and wiping her face with a tissue.
Zhuo Jian shrank in his seat and didn't move for a moment.
Fu Yanye wiped his mouth and said, "Fortunately I didn't have a runny nose, otherwise I would have taken it."
"What are you doing after taking a photo?"
She actually thought he would feel disgusted, but he actually wanted to take a picture.
"Send it to the Internet to show those who treat you as a goddess, their goddess is actually a slug."
“…”
Zhuo Jian didn't expect that this person was so bad, and he began to feel dissatisfied when he looked at him.
But Fu Yanye had been staring at her for a long time and couldn't help but look at her lips.
Maybe it was because the warm wind in the carriage was too high, and he even felt a little hot, and even wanted to forget his feelings and kiss her.
“It has it on your hands.”
It's not snot, it's saliva.
I don’t know how you will squirt when you sneeze.
But she lifted up, as he got closer and closer, and could kiss her the next second.
Fu Yanye only came to his senses, but smiled helplessly, but he accepted his fate and wiped her hands.
There was disinfectant in the drawer. He sprayed her with a little bit of it and wiped it again. Then, when Zhuo Jian was completely putting down his guard, he suddenly looked up at her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes were not angry at this time, but he was a little childish as a little girl. He was crazy and suddenly pressed her with the alcohol disinfectant.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian closed his eyes with conditioned reflex.
The person who originally wanted to tease her suddenly had a teasing expression on his face, and he became serious the next moment.
Zhuo Jian was about to curse, but suddenly, his mouth was blocked with a chill.
He sealed her lips and kissed her very gently.
Zhuo Jian struggled, and his hands wanted to push him, but he easily held it on both sides of his shoulders.
He wanted to kiss her, but as soon as he saw her lips and touched her lips, he abandoned all his restraint.
Only kiss her and kiss her until she is satisfied.
Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle and had no strength after struggling for most of the night.
He just kissed her and let the phone ring over and over again, but he kissed her more and more difficult to extricate himself.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe well and couldn't push him away, so he could only hum and beg for mercy.
Fu Yanye left a little, but in less than a second, he pressed her gently and kissed her deeper and deeper, but he left her enough chance to breathe.
Even her hands were pulled back by him.
It was as if she was voluntarily holding him.
But the hand behind his neck was clenched with his fists and did not stretch it out naturally.
The rain outside was getting stronger and stronger, beating the exciting music on the car, forcing him to obey his heart.
But he unbuttoned her shirt.
Zhuo Jian's hand could finally be pressed against his shoulder. When he kissed her neck, he could finally speak: "Fu Yanye, don't."
"Just don't want you to be wet."
Fu Yanye said this, but he kissed her swan neck.
Usually he wants to kiss here, just want to do it.
After being together for so long, how could she not feel the breath he was when he wanted to do this?
She grabbed his hand: "It's okay."
"I'm afraid I'll want you here?"
He stopped the kiss, and his black eyes looked at her so straight, asking her in a hoarse voice because of lust.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a moment, but didn't find what he wanted in his eyes. She held his hand tightly: "I can take it off myself, but are there any clothes to change in the car?"
"No."
"so?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, there was no clothes to change, so he didn't hurry back to his residence, so why should he take off here?
"wait for me."
He suddenly let go of her, but before leaving, he suddenly leaned over her lips and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian stood close to the seat in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he just watched him push the car door open and out.
It was raining heavily outside, what was he going to do?
She turned around and saw him open the trunk.
He got wet himself, but took a blanket into the car.
The blanket was well protected by him, except for the rain on his body, but it was not enough to make the blanket wet.
"Take it off yourself?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian just felt that he was like this...
A little stupid.
"Go back quickly."
She whispered, took the blanket, but covered it on top of his head, and gently wiped the rain on his head with her hands.
The blanket blocked his face, but her eyes gradually turned red.
After she finished wiping, she realized how rash she was doing. She suddenly didn't know how to remove the blanket again.
Fu Yanye did not immediately pull off the blanket.
At that moment, in the cramped carriage, there seemed to be a strong feeling spreading quietly and rendering.
I don’t know how long it took, but she was so long that tears were about to fall out, so she could only turn her head to look at the cold raindrops outside the car.
Fu Yanye's hand moved and the blanket fell from the top of his head.
He looked at her side face and saw her wipe her tears very quickly, then wiped them twice.
He tried to say something, but his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.
"Let's go back."
Her voice was hoarse, depressed, and had no temper.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed.
The blanket was still placed in her arms, "Wipe it."
Zhuo Jian didn't wipe it anymore, but just wrapped the blanket around him.
Then leaned against the seat and looked out the window.
The car went back again, not so fast this time.
However, there was no sound in the carriage.
When he first found her, he even thought he would be furious.
Later he thought he would have a refreshing experience with her in the car.
But in the end, he just sent her to the residence.
When Li Yuqing heard the car parked in the yard, he looked outside in a blink of an eye, but when he saw Fu Yanye's figure, he lay on the bed without moving.
Fu Yanye came out of the car and walked around to the co-pilot and went to help her open the door.
Zhuo Jian was sleeping in a daze. When he woke up, he saw him standing outside.
Fortunately, the rain has stopped.
She came out of it and was a little exhausted.
Fu Yanye looked at her and said, "I'll send you in."
"No, you go back quickly."
Zhuo Jian agreed and lowered his head and walked in.
Fu Yanye held her arm with warm hands, "Your face is not good, I'm not relieved."