Chapter 903 Teach her to push him away when he's not ready
When I was a kid...
When he was a child, he was just a knife-like mouth and a tofu heart.
"Zhuo Jian."
He called her again.
"What are you doing?"
She was so confused that she screamed.
"Tell me."
He took her hands apart and held them in his palm, demanding in a low voice.
"What did you say? I will give me a sweet date every time you scold me?"
"That's right?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, and he thought that what she said was true.
"Of course this is the case? Otherwise, why would I like you? It's not because..."
Her eyes were red and her lips were trembling a little.
She suddenly stopped and suddenly remembered the agreement in her bag.
It's all over.
There is no need for her to bother her anymore, and she will remember her again if she is sad.
She looked at him until a tear suddenly fell down, and she became anxious and went to suck her hand again.
But he just put a little force and she came into his arms.
She struggled in his arms and was then pressed down on the bed.
She hoarsely said, "Fu Yanye, please let me go."
"Then I'll give you sweet dates now? Can you continue to like me?"
How could Fu Yanye let her go? He just looked at her with a pitiful look.
Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, but just raised his hand to wipe his tears, then looked at his heart, "No."
"Then you don't care."
Fu Yanye said in her tears.
Zhuo Jian didn't react at once, and raised his watery eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye only looked at her and suddenly kissed her trembling lips.
Zhuo Jian's breath was taken away, and his hands pushed him in his chest, without pushing, just opened his mouth to breathe before suffocating.
Fu Yanye took the opportunity to enter.
Zhuo Jian pushed him again, hesitated for a long time, but in the end he was still entangled with his lips and teeth.
I don’t know how long it took, but Fu Yanye endured the fire and pressed against her forehead: “I really want to ignore you.”
Don't care if you don't care.
Zhuo Jian didn't know why he said this, but he still hugged her so tightly and said angrily: "Let go of me."
"Kiss me."
“…”
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes in surprise, and after seeing him clearly, he felt that he was an hallucination.
"I'm so obsessed with it. I can push me away while I'm not prepared."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was faster, and he suddenly didn't know what he meant.
But he suddenly kissed again, and her heartbeat was still so irregular.
What is he talking about?
Did he know something?
Zhuo Jian couldn't suppress the little rabbit that wanted to rush out in his heart, and let it continue to run and jump wildly, even though his hands had already entered her clothes.
The headlights in the room were still on. When she opened her eyes, she felt that it was shaking violently. She closed her foggy eyes and let him kiss her.
I don't know how long it took, but she was carried into the bathroom.
After giving birth, her lower abdomen had not recovered yet, so she refused to see him, "You go out."
She hugged her lower abdomen tightly and didn't want him to see it.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a moment, then kissed her again, and then pulled her clothes away vigorously.
"Fu Yanye, what are you doing? Don't do it randomly, it won't work..."
"I know."
He said he knew, but he didn't listen to the movement.
Soon, her bra was exposed, and soon, he stopped, staring at her black little black clothes with black eyes, pressing the fire, and saying to her: "You take a shower yourself, we will go tonight."
Sleep here.”
No negotiation, it is a decision.
She wants to listen to him.
He turned on the shower and retreated.
Zhuo Jian listened to the sound of water behind him and watched the front door being closed.
When I lowered my head, I saw the thin fabric on my body and was completely stupid.
He just now...
same.
Zhuo Jian took two steps back, and the warm water hit her weak body, pouring her through little by little.
And what he said, what did he get so close that he could get rid of him and then push him away while he was unprepared?
Isn't this exactly...
Did he remember something or discovered something?
Zhuo Jian thought that Ouyang Ping would not betray her. So, where did he know what?
She felt that she had concealed it very well.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable.
When she finished taking a shower, the hair dryer opened and the door was pushed open from outside.
She held the hair dryer and turned her head nervously.
When she saw the person clearly, her heart was hanging down, but then she felt the danger approaching again.
Fu Yanye picked her up and put her on the sink, pressed her warm forehead against her, and said in a hoarse voice: "I'll help you."
"No, no."
Zhuo Jian was so nervous that he wanted to stutter.
“Use it.”
Fu Yanye didn't say nonsense and took the hair dryer from her hand.
Then she helped her blow her hair.
Zhuo Jian's head would go wherever he fiddled with his hands, so he was very obedient.
When he blew his hair, she still pressed against his chest and didn't move.
Fu Yanye put the hair dryer aside, lowered his eyes and saw the back of her head. His dry palms supported her face and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian's scared eyes made him smile unconsciously: "What's wrong? I'm afraid I'll eat you?"
"No, no."
"Why aren't you so nervous? Did I want you before, I didn't want you to recover?"
“…”
No, Fu Yanye is actually very sure of everything.
She just felt that he was a little unfamiliar tonight, which scared her.
From a weak person who is sick to control everything now...
No, how could he be weak?
Zhuo Jian, Zhuo Jian, you are simply stupid.
Zhuo Jian realized that his descendants had been picked up by him and turned around and walked out.
Yes, he put her on the bed again.
"Don't worry, I just want to hug you."
"Hmph."
Zhuo Jian wanted to laugh, but almost cried.
Why did she listen, so untrue?
Moreover, less than half a minute after he finished speaking, he began to kiss her again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but cover his chest and tried to push it away.
But her little strength was meaningless on his chest.
"Be good, just a moment."
He kissed her, paused occasionally, and comforted her.
When Zhuo Jian could breathe, his eyes were still a little blurred.
He kissed her lips and teeth, spreading from the corners of her lips to her neck.
His hands seemed to have magic, quietly guarding against electricity on her body.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian felt something was wrong with him and pushed his shoulders with his hand.
"Um?"
"No, I can't do it."
"I know."
Fu Yanye responded in a low voice, and then continued to ask her.
She was wearing only a thin nightgown and was easily pulled off from her shoulders by him.
Zhuo Jian felt a layer of coldness all over her body, and her hair seemed to stand up quietly.
Until he touched her lower abdomen, she tightly grabbed his hand: "Fu Yanye."
She was a little angry.
"Hmm? I'm here."
His hoarse voice was filled with a little bit of unsatisfactory tolerance and restraint.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, but just held his hand tightly until he was willing to look at her.
“I won’t do it.”
He looked at her with dark eyes and restrained his explanation.
"Sleep, okay?"
Zhuo Jian's anger was suppressed while looking at each other.
"good."
He pressed against her forehead, agreed and kissed her lips again, as if he was a dragonfly squinted...