Zhuo Jian was embarrassed, covered his eyes and said.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, kissed her thin shoulder gently, and took away her hand that covered her eyes, "You must have learned how to hide your ears and steal the bell."
Zhuo Jian had no face to look at him and turned her head: "Stop making trouble, I'm cold."
Fu Yanye glanced down until he saw her injury, and couldn't bear to cover the two of them with a quilt.
But he immediately leaned against her side again.
The moment the quilt covered her body, she felt much more at ease.
Fu Yanye kissed her shoulder gently, kissing her little by little to the edge of the wound, and using his warm fingertips, he peeled off what she had attached to the wound.
Zhuo Jian felt numb all over from being kissed by him. When she felt that he wanted to look at her wound, she raised her hand to cover it: "No."
Fu Yanye held her hand and put it back. After looking at the long scar with his dark eyes, he kissed her scar lightly with his thin lips.
Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot and he closed his eyes.
Fu Yanye's thin lips stayed there for a long time, very lightly.
Zhuo Jian looked down at him and whispered: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just kissed her again, but not as gently as before.
"Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian shouted again anxiously.
His kiss left her belly and came back to her eyes. His dark eyes looked at her deeply: "Tell me, did you think about me at that time, even just for a moment."
He almost lost her again.
He still couldn't accept this fact.
Zhuo Jian sighed softly, looked into his dark eyes, raised her hand and stroked his black hair: "Yes."
"real?"
His voice was hoarse, and he wanted an affirmation uncertainly.
"Well, the only person I thought of before I fainted was you."
Even though she wanted to escape so much, at that time, she couldn't think of anyone else.
Even a son.
When Fu Yanye heard this sentence, something suddenly shone in his eyes, and the breath between his thin lips was hot, and slowly fell on her lips again.
"Zhuo Jian, you love me."
After Fu Yanye kissed her gently, he whispered against her forehead.
She loves him.
She already knew it.
Zhuo Jian didn't let go of him, she just closed her eyes silently.
"Wife?"
For a long time, in the lonely space, his low voice came again.
Zhuo Jian was a little confused when he called her, "Huh?"
"Why don't you ask me?"
"What?"
"Love you or not."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, her hand in his black hair did not leave, but she couldn't say anything for a long time.
Fu Yanye's hot breath sprayed between her nose and lips, and his lips gently kissed the tip of her nose.
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth, finally moistened his throat, and whispered: "Go pick up your son and come over to sleep with him."
"Just, can't it be two people?"
Fu Yanye asked her reluctantly.
"We agreed to spend time together."
Zhuo Jian whispered.
Fu Yanye listened to her emotional whisper and reluctantly raised his head to look at her.
When he saw her delicate and resentful clear eyes, his heart softened and he kissed her lips again, "I'll hug him."
Zhuo Jian didn't move anymore, but he slowly stood up. The two people in the bed were naked, and he lowered his eyes...
A gust of wind poured into the bed, neither cold nor hot, but it burned people.
Zhuo Jian immediately pulled the quilt inward with force.
"Um."
Fu Yanye returned to her eyes again, looking at her with lustful black eyes.
Zhuo Jian blushed, let go, and urged in a low voice: "Go quickly."
Fu Yanye couldn't bear to leave, as if he were doing a plank, one hand supported her side, the other held her chin that was softly hit by the light, and covered it with her thin lips again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe.
His kiss was more lustful than any other time these days.
"I'll be back soon."
It's just that this kiss left no trace.
Even if you taste it.
He found a nightgown, put it on and left quickly.
Zhuo Jian lay there and couldn't help but touch her heart after watching him go out.
He can't do anything else well, but he is very serious about this.
After he left, she quickly got up and looked for her pajamas. She woke up too quickly and the wound still hurt a little, but she soon stabilized herself and went to open the cupboard door. There were so many pajamas inside that she was spoiled for choice, but soon she stopped wearing them.
I casually took a set of pajamas and changed into them.
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 on the side with a little disappointment, but considering that there was a boy on the bed, he could only do this.
“The change was pretty quick.”
Fu Yanye looked at her and said.
Zhuo Jian didn't reply to him, but just glanced at her precious son.
Chengcheng was already feeling sleepy. When he saw her, he immediately rolled into her arms and quickly found his favorite position on her body.
Fu Yanye: "..."
Zhuo Jian subconsciously raised her eyes to look at him. Seeing that he was indeed very angry, she raised her hand and made a shushing gesture to her lips to stop 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 soon fell asleep in her arms. Zhuo Jian touched his little head, and the more he touched, the more comfortable he felt.
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looked at the gentle look in her eyes when she looked at her son, feeling a little jealous and a little happy unconsciously.
He likes Zhuo Jian who is so gentle and gentle.
She was originally supposed to be like this, but...
Fu Yanye remembered something, and his eyes gradually showed remorse.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, so she raised her eyes and looked at him: "You can take another look at your son."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes obediently, this kid is really annoying.
Zhuo Jian remembered that when Chengcheng was first born, he was so small. It was less than a year old, but it was already so long, and it would still call mom and dad.
She lowered her head and kissed Chengcheng gently on the head.
Fu Yanye frowned and wanted to laugh, but felt depressed inside.
——
In the middle of the night, it was raining lightly outside.
Zhuo Jian felt something moving next to her. Because Chengcheng was there, she thought it was Chengcheng, so she opened her eyes.
But he 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, stretched his hands above his head, and continued to sleep soundly.
Zhuo Jian closed her eyes immediately when she saw him getting out of bed. Soon, Fu Yanye came behind her from the end of the bed and lifted her up.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her 'asleep' appearance. His movements were gentler than when he was holding his son. With a little space, he lay down behind her and gently hugged her from behind.
It seemed that only at this moment did he feel like he was with her.
Although he was very happy to be able to sleep on the same bed, the boy across him still kept him from falling asleep.
Only when you are really by her side, feeling her body temperature, and holding her in your arms can you call it rest.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes fluttered, the warmth behind him was familiar and precious.
Yes, it is precious.
In fact, she always knew in her heart that she longed for more thoughtfulness and gentleness from him.
Gradually, she fell asleep again, together with the people behind her.