His black eyes were like an abyss, and her heart trembled.
“What to do next?”
It's only past eight o'clock now.
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled and said softly, "Sleep?"
Fu Yanye watched her silent.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat. What she meant was that when she was sleeping, he shouldn't have understood it wrong, right?
Fu Yanye sighed, "It's always a bit of foreplay. I don't like to sleep dryly."
Zhuo Jian: "…"
He suddenly picked up the person from the chair. She subconsciously wrapped her neck around him, staring at him with clear eyes and whispering, "Fu Yanye, I mean, I'm sleepy."
"It's only eight o'clock, you can't eat or sleep all day long, and you have to have some activity."
Fu Yanye said, holding her to the living room and sitting on the sofa.
oh!
It should be said that he was sitting on his lap.
He took the remote control and turned on the TV, then held her legs and put them on the sofa, looking straight at her, "The eyes are growing on me, right?"
"I think I still have a fever. At this time, I am still a patient, so the patient will have to be bedridden."
Zhuo Jian said it gently and explained it to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and then suddenly asked her after a moment: "Is it different to lie on me?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's face turned red in an instant, and he couldn't believe his ears.
What ridiculous remarks are this?
She looked at his dark eyes, as cold as if he was saying something serious just now, and she immediately opened her eyes, "Of course it's different."
"Oh! It turns out that I am a little different from the bed."
“…”
Zhuo Jian frowned, feeling that this was strange no matter how you heard it.
Did he misunderstand something?
Fu Yanye hugged her and fell on the sofa, with an arm under her neck, and an advertisement for a milk tea appeared on the TV. By chance, the spokesperson was still the one they knew, Shen Lanxin.
Zhuo Jian looked at the innocent and lovely girl on TV. If she hadn't known each other, she would never dare to think that she would be the same person as Shen Lanxin.
Fu Yanye just asked her lazily, "Do you want to drink milk tea?"
Behind her ear was his clear breath, she subconsciously lowered her head and murmured, "I don't want to."
"Didn't you always like to drink milk tea? You even took your grandma to drink it."
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian then turned his head and looked at him, only seeing his beautiful jawline, and asked him, "If I say I want to drink, are you going to buy it for me now?"
It was raining outside.
"Don't go."
Fu Yanye said.
“…”
Then what else to ask?
"Just ask casually."
“…”
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around again, but his body was wrapped around his arms and moved it into his arms.
His forehead pressed against his warm chest again, Zhuo Jian's heart beat like thunder, and he asked him in a slightly hoarse voice: "What are you going to do?"
"What about you, what do you want to do?"
He lowered his head, looking at the top of her head with a dark look, and there were so many twists inside that seemed to be entangled.
The moment Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, he felt a little stabbed in his heart.
"I said you would go to bed but you didn't let me go, and you said you were watching TV and took me..."
Zhuo Jian's eyes were about to show up, but before he could wait, his mouth was suddenly blocked by him.
His lips were a little cold.
Zhuo Jian's breathing stagnated and he couldn't react for a long time.
It was just his lips and the tip of his tongue, gently tangling between her lips.
Zhuo Jian swallowed, his mouth slightly opened.
Fu Yanye's kiss was sighing, and her body left the sofa. Her body was reflexively placed and laying inside, and he easily pressed it on.
In fact, he should be much heavier than her, but when he pressed on her, she couldn't feel it.
Fu Yanye kissed her, and it seemed careless, but it was particularly seductive.
At least her heart was touched by the flirting.
There were finally programs on TV, but I couldn't hear them clearly.
The kiss is long and gentle, and occasionally strong.
His hands were long and even more neat, and he soon untied her shirt.
Zhuo Jian grabbed his shirt and looked up at him.
Fu Yanye left her ear, and his black eyes slowly opened, like a deep spring, and broke into her eyes.
"Can't?"
He asked in a low voice.
But he has his own strength, and it seems like he is just a symbolic question.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and his heart felt hot, "Go to bed."
She left early tomorrow morning, of course she didn't mind having sex with her husband.
Fu Yanye picked her up from the sofa, Zhuo Jian picked up the remote control in time and turned off the TV. Fu Yanye stopped to look at her.
Zhuo Jian threw the remote control back into the sofa, and then looked at him with clear eyes.
Fu Yanye didn't look at her again when he hugged her upstairs, but her eyes could not stop him.
On the big bed he put her down and whispered, "Let's change our way tonight."
"Um?"
Her voice was still hoarse, I don’t know if it was a sequelae of fever or because of long-term stuffiness.
Fu Yanye got up and opened the cabinet door, and found one of her dozens of scarves inside.
Zhuo Jian lay on the bed and watched silently, suddenly feeling nervous.
"What are you going to do? Fu Yanye, I am pregnant now, so I can't..."
Playing too much.
Without saying the five words, he had already returned to the bed and knelt in front of her to kiss her.
She closed her eyes and then felt a layer of gauze in front of her, and she knew what it was without thinking about.
Fu Yanye covered her eyes, then gently kissed her forehead, kissed her eyebrows, little by little, kissed her inch of her skin.
Zhuo Jian nervously grabbed the bed sheet...
——
Two hours later, she had been taken to the bathroom to take a shower and then placed on a clean bed.
Fu Yanye was naked and stood behind her from behind, "You can sleep now."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything more. In fact, she didn't say anything more since he started doing it. All he wanted was her cooperation.
It seems that the two of them have been together for so long, and he is so gentle for the first time, and even very careful.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uneasy and closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep.
Later, his cell phone rang, and he took it out and left.
——
Yan Zheng and Su Bai were in the private room of the bar. When they saw him, they automatically put their eyes on him.
Su Bai even asked directly, "Aren't you going to accompany A Jian?"
Fu Yanye glanced at him and asked, "Did I tell you to call her sister-in-law last time?"
Su Bai: "..."
After hearing this, Yan Zheng glanced at Su Bai and said with a smile: "Don't make things difficult for him. He can't call him? He has asked Zhuo Jian to call her eldest brother since he was a child, right?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, and Su Bai even pretended that he didn't hear anything.
Yan Zheng poured Fu Yanye a glass of wine and asked him, "Do you want to find a few girls?"
Fu Yanye gave him a look, "Then I'll leave, married people are not suitable for those."