Fu Yanye held her hand holding the bath towel, his voice low and heavy.
Zhuo Jian looked at him nervously, trying his best to pull his hands away from him, but he still didn't move.
He held her hand and forced it to his heart.
Fu Yanye looked at her sadly, and gently stroked her hair with his other hand.
In the past, she had long hair and took about half an hour to take a shower, but now she came out of it only ten out of it, and her hair was already half dry.
Fu Yanye looked at her short hair and felt a pain in his heart again.
"Fu, Fu..."
"Are you afraid of me?"
Fu Yanye asked her softly.
He could feel her stiffness, her nervousness, and her efforts to pretend to be normal.
But she couldn't do it.
She just feared him.
Of course he also knows the reason.
He brought her back in that way, and she was in love with another person in her heart, worried that he would be unfavorable to that person.
"Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again."
Fu Yanye touched her face, and the look in his eyes looked at her was full of care and tenderness.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him curiously, "Then, did you often hurt yourself before?"
She suddenly thought of the forced scenes that had just come to her mind.
Fu Yanye's eyebrows tightened when he heard this, but he quickly smiled at her and said, "No, I've never been willing to give up."
I don't know which day he plans to tell her only good things.
This seems to help her to relax her heart in him.
He could no longer make her afraid of him.
He thought that when she recovered her memory, she would definitely understand his kind lie?
Fu Yanye smiled and hugged her into his arms.
However, Zhuo Jian did not forget that he was still wearing a bath towel: "Don't, let me put on my pajamas first."
She lowered her head and didn't dare to look at him again.
She felt her face very hot, and she knew that there must be colors on her skin that cannot be concealed.
"Can you just hold it in your pajamas?"
Fu Yanye asked in a low voice.
His sexy and slender fingers were still quietly touching the skin behind her neck, which was already touched by him, and even felt a little unusually warm.
"Can you stop...I'm nervous."
Zhuo Jian felt like he was touching the back of his neck and was almost unable to breathe.
But Fu Yanye murmured: "What are you nervous? You don't know how good you are in the past."
"ah?"
"Jian Jian, I want you."
His hoarse voice was only enough for her to hear it herself.
In the huge space, something is falling quietly.
Oh, it's her bath towel.
Zhuo Jian was frightened. When he wanted to catch him, the person was lifted from the ground. He looked at her straight: "I won't be afraid after doing it once, huh?"
"No, no!"
She stuttered a little, her body pressed against him, afraid that he would not see anything he should have seen.
Fu Yanye put her on the bed, stroked her hair gently, and still whispered ambiguously: "What's not?"
"Didn't you say you can wait for me to remember?"
Zhuo Jian asked him nervously.
"One time, another time, you have to know my mood."
He held her hand and kissed her gently, then placed her hand on his chest, and...
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move again, "Don't do this, this is too much..."
Perverted.
Fu Yanye pressed against her forehead: "Even if he knows that he is my wife, will he still resist me like this?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know how to respond to him, she wanted to cover herself with a quilt.
Fu Yanye gently kissed her nose. When she kissed her lips and she avoided it, he couldn't help laughing, but then there was more and more sadness and soreness in his eyes.
"When he was with you, did you resist that too?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly happened when she and Reis were in prison. Reis helped her wipe the fried chicken hand and said, "Wait until you are in better health."
Zhuo Jian didn't know how to explain it, but he looked elsewhere, his hands grabbed a little fabric on his body, and the veins on the back of his hands were about to protrude.
"Can you hug me? Just a hug."
Fu Yanye's sad voice.
Zhuo Jian wanted to hug him, but his hand let go of his clothes, but he couldn't lift it up.
"Can I put on my pajamas first?"
She murmured.
Fu Yanye smiled slightly, then took a suspender from her head to put it on her.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
He helped her to sort it out and barely covered her butt.
"Is it OK now?"
He said again.
He moved neatly and quickly so quickly that she didn't even have time to think about what he was wearing for her.
I clearly felt like a small piece in his hand.
But it is a silk suspender nightgown.
It really looks very small when folded.
She mustered up the courage to put her arms around his back.
"Mrs. Fu, you didn't hug your husband like this before."
"Then, how do you hug it?"
Fu Yanye grabbed her arm again and pulled her hand back.
Zhuo Jian felt the warm body temperature around his waist, and was so scared that he immediately clenched his hand.
"release."
Fu Yanye let out a low voice.
Zhuo Jian released his hand conditioned reflex, and then slowly hugged his back. He kissed the corner of her mouth, restraining his breathing and afraid of scaring her, and kissed her from the corner of her lips to the middle of her lips.
Be careful and crazy to tease.
Zhuo Jian felt that his breathing was about to be taken away. He tightened her slim waist and kissed her more and more affectionately.
Zhuo Jian couldn't push it away, so he was so bored that he let out a "hum".
"Jian Jian, respond to me."
"No, no, Fu, Fu Yanye..."
He kissed her neck and sucked it gently, but it was slower and longer, and it didn't let go.
Zhuo Jian felt that he seemed to be leaving something there, and his body was so special that her hands could not hold him anymore, but instead pinched his waist and pushed it out hard.
After hearing his name, Fu Yanye finally stopped, with an indelible desire in his black eyes: "What are you calling me?"
"Fu, Fu Yanye."
Her voice was so weak that it was blurry.
But Fu Yanye smiled and then held her face and kissed her hard on her lips, "Call it again, baby."
"Fu Yanye."
When Zhuo Jian called this name again, a tall figure suddenly appeared in his mind. He pressed himself and pushed himself into the boundless darkness, as if he was about to suffocate her the next moment.
"Get rid of your last name."
The force of his kissing her finally became lighter, and gradually became so gentle that it seemed to be comforting. Then, it was just a little tasted.
It seems that the person who was fierce to swallow her just now was not the person in front of her.
"Yan Ye?"
She murmured this name.
"Be good, it's me."
He rewarded her with a few more kisses and then looked at her happily.
It was absolutely impossible for her to call him this name before.
After other women called her so intimately, she would never call her.
Every time I call him his name directly, and I don’t call it these two words if I beat him to death.
Zhuo Jian was kissed by him, and all the time was pink from his face to his neck to his ears.
Fu Yanye looked at her delicate appearance, and there was only one thing in his mind, and the blood in his body was also about to move.
"You used to call me Brother Yan Ye."
"Brother Yan Ye?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, and she had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was finished and was going to let her go.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, his eyes full of expectations for the future.
"What else did I call you?"
Zhuo Jian asked again, and she always felt that his eyes were not as simple as he said.