Zhuo Jian was embarrassed and covered his eyes and said.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, kissed her thin shoulders lightly, and took away her hand covering her eyes, "You have learned to cover your ears and steal the bell."
Zhuo Jian had no face to look at him and turned his head: "Stop making trouble, I'm cold."
Fu Yanye glanced down until he saw her wounded, and couldn't bear to cover the two of them with a quilt.
But it immediately stuck to her side again.
The moment the quilt was covered on her body, she felt much more at ease.
Fu Yanye gently kissed her shoulder, kissed her little by little to the edge of her wound, and opened the things she had touched against the wound with her warm fingertips.
Zhuo Jian was so numb that he kissed her. When he felt that he was about to see her wound, he raised his hand to cover her: "No."
Fu Yanye held her hand and put it back. After looking at the long scar, his black eyes, his thin lips kissed her scar lightly.
Zhuo Jian's heart is hot and his eyes are closed.
Fu Yanye's thin lips stayed there for a long time, very light.
Zhuo Jian looked down at him and said softly: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just continued to kiss her, but she was not as gentle as before.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian screamed anxiously.
His kiss left her lower abdomen and came back to her eyes again, looking at her deeply with black eyes: "Tell me, have you ever thought about me at that time, even if it's just a moment."
He almost lost her again.
He still couldn't accept this fact.
Zhuo Jian sighed lightly, looked at his heavy black eyes, raised his hand and stroked his black hair: "Some."
"real?"
His voice was hoarse, and he wanted a sure thing.
"Well, the only person I thought of before I fainted was you."
Even though she wanted to escape so much, she couldn't remember anyone else at that time.
Even son.
As Fu Yanye heard this, something suddenly became shiny in his eyes. The breath between his thin lips became hot and slowly fell on her lips.
"Zhuo Jian, you love me."
After Fu Yanye kissed her lightly, he pressed her forehead and murmured.
She loves him.
She had known it for a long time.
Zhuo Jian didn't let go of him, but just closed his eyes silently.
"Wife?"
After a long time, in the lonely space, his low voice was again.
Zhuo Jian was a little confused when he called him, "Hmm?"
"Why don't you ask me?"
"What?"
"Do you love me?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and his hands in his black hair did not leave, but he couldn't say anything for a while.
Fu Yanye's breathing was hot and sprayed between her nose and lips, and her lips gently kissed her nose.
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth, and finally moistened his throat, and whispered: "Go and bring your son over and come and sleep together."
"Just, can't, two people?"
Fu Yanye asked her reluctantly.
"I promised to spend it together."
Zhuo Jian murmured.
Fu Yanye listened to her emotional low voice and reluctantly looked up at her.
When he saw her delicate eyes, his heart softened and he kissed her lips again, "I'll hug him."
Zhuo Jian didn't move anymore, but he gradually got up, and the two people in the bed were not invisible. He lowered his eyes...
A gust of wind poured into the quilt, but it burned people if it was neither lukewarm nor hot.
Zhuo Jian immediately pulled the quilt into the back.
"Um."
Fu Yanye returned to her eyes and looked at her with lustful black eyes.
Zhuo Jian blushed, let go of the side, and urged in a low voice: "Go away quickly."
Fu Yanye was not willing to leave. He was like doing a plank support, and he supported one hand on one side of her, and pinched her gentle chin that was hit by the light with the other hand, and covered her thin lips again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't get up in one breath.
His kiss was much more desire than ever before these days.
"I'll be back soon."
But there is no trace of this kiss.
Just taste it.
He found a nightgown to put it on and left quickly.
Zhuo Jian lay there, and after seeing him go out, he couldn't help but touch his heart.
He couldn't do anything else well, just this is the matter, he was very serious.
After he left, she quickly got up and went to find her pajamas. She got up too quickly and the wound hurt a little, but soon she stabilized and opened the cabinet door. There were so many pajamas inside that made her look dazzling, but she quickly got out of the
I took the set of casually in my pajamas and changed it into it.
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 beside her with a little disappointed disappointment, but thinking about the fact that there was a boy on the bed, he could only do this.
“It’s very fast.”
Fu Yanye glanced at her and said.
Zhuo Jian didn't reply to him, but just glanced at his baby son.
Chengcheng was already sleepy. After seeing her, she immediately turned sideways and rolled into her arms, quickly finding her favorite position on her hands.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked up at him, and when he saw that he was really angry, he raised his hand and made a swearing gesture on his lips, forbidding 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 fell asleep in her arms soon. Zhuo Jian touched his little head and felt more and more comfortable.
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looked at her gentle eyes when she looked at her son, unconsciously a little jealous and a little happy.
He likes such gentleness and gentleness, Zhuo Jian.
She should have been like this, but...
Fu Yanye thought of some things and gradually felt guilty in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so he raised his eyes and looked at him: "You can look at your son more."
Fu Yanye obediently lowered his eyes. This kid is really annoying.
Zhuo Jian remembered that when Chengcheng was just born, it was such a small one. It was less than a year ago, but it was so long that he could call him Mom and Dad.
She lowered her head and kissed her gently on the head.
Fu Yanye frowned, wanting to laugh, but he felt depressed.
——
In the middle of the night, it was raining outside.
Zhuo Jian felt something was happening next to him, because Chengcheng was there, and thought it was Chengcheng, so he opened his eyes.
But I 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 either, and stretched her hands to the top of her head, and continued to sleep soundly.
Zhuo Jian immediately closed his eyes when he saw him get out of bed. Soon, Fu Yanye came from the end of the bed and held her up.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her "sleeping". His movements were softer than when he hugged his son. He moved a little free, and he lay behind her and gently surrounded her from behind.
It seemed that at this time, he felt a little like being with her.
Although he was already very happy to be able to sleep on the same bed, he could not fall asleep through the boy.
Only when you are really by her side, feel her body temperature and put her in your arms, can you rest.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes moved, and the warmth behind him was familiar and precious.
Yes, it's precious.
In fact, she always knew in her heart that she wanted to get more considerate and gentleness from him.
Gradually, she fell asleep again, with the people behind her.