His dark eyes were like abyss, which made her heart tremble.
"What's next?"
It's only after eight o'clock now.
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled and she whispered, "Sleep?"
Fu Yanye looked at her silently.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat. What she meant by sleeping was sleeping. He shouldn't have understood it wrong, right?
Fu Yanye sighed, "There has to be some foreplay. I don't like to sleep dry."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She was suddenly picked up from the chair. She subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck, looked straight at him with clear eyes, and whispered, "Fu Yanye, what I mean is that I'm sleepy."
"It's only eight o'clock. You can't just eat and sleep all day long. You have to be active."
Fu Yanye said, carrying her to the living room and sitting on the sofa.
oh!
I should say sitting on his lap.
He took the remote control and turned on the TV, then hugged her legs and put her on the sofa, looking straight at her, "You have eyes on me, right?"
"I feel like I still have a little fever. I'm still considered a patient at this time, and patients need to stay in bed more."
Zhuo Jian spoke softly and explained to him.
Fu Yanye looked at her with his dark eyes, and after a moment he suddenly asked her: "Is it different when you lie on me?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face turned red instantly and she couldn't believe her ears.
What kind of ridiculous statement is this?
She looked at his dark eyes, as cold as if he had just said something serious, and immediately looked away, "Of course it's different."
"Oh! It turns out that I am a little different from the bed."
"..."
Zhuo Jian frowned, thinking this was strange.
Did he misunderstand something?
Fu Yanye fell on the sofa with her in his arms, an arm under her neck. An advertisement for a milk tea happened to appear on the TV. By coincidence, the spokesperson was someone they both knew, Shen Lanxin.
Zhuo Jian looked at the innocent and lovely girl on TV. If she hadn't known her, she wouldn't have dared to think that she was the same person as Shen Lanxin.
Fu Yanye just asked her lazily, "Would you like to drink milk tea?"
Feeling his cool breath behind her ears, she lowered her head subconsciously and murmured, "I don't want to."
"Didn't you always like to drink milk tea before? You even took grandma to drink it."
Fu Yanye asked her.
Zhuo Jian then slightly turned her head to look 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's raining outside.
"Not going."
Fu Yanye said.
"..."
Then why ask?
"Just asking."
"..."
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around again, but his arms wrapped her around her body and kept pushing her into his arms.
With her forehead pressed against his warm chest again, Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she asked him in a slightly hoarse voice: "What on earth do you want to do?"
"What about you, what do you want to do?"
He lowered his head and looked at the top of her head with his dark eyes, where the myriad of things seemed to be tangled up.
The moment Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, he felt stabbed in his heart.
"I told you to go to bed but you didn't let me. You told me to watch TV and then..."
Zhuo Jian had tears in her eyes and was about to burst out to protest, but before she could do so, her mouth was suddenly blocked by him.
His lips felt a little cold.
Zhuo Jian's breathing was stagnant and he couldn't react for a long time.
It was just his lips and tongue that were gently entangled between her lips.
Zhuo Jian swallowed more and opened his mouth slightly.
Fu Yanye's kiss was accompanied by a deep sigh, and he left the sofa. Her body reflexively lay down on it, and he pressed her up easily.
In fact, he should be much heavier than her, but when he pressed on her, she couldn't feel it.
Fu Yanye kissed her, one after another, seemingly carelessly, but extremely sultry.
At least she was so aroused that her heart reached her throat.
There are finally programs on TV, but I can’t hear them clearly anymore.
The kiss was long, gentle, and occasionally forceful.
His hands were very slender and neat, and he soon unbuttoned her shirt.
Zhuo Jian grabbed his shirt and raised his eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye left her ear, and his black eyes slowly opened, like a deep spring, they just burst into her eyes.
"Can't?"
he asked in a low voice.
But he had a strong personality about him, and it seemed like he was just asking a symbolic question.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling hot in her heart, "Go to bed."
She will leave early tomorrow morning. Of course she doesn't mind having sex with her husband.
Fu Yanye picked her up from the sofa. Zhuo Jian picked up the remote control in time to turn off the TV. Fu Yanye stopped and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian threw the remote control back into the sofa, then looked at him with clear eyes.
Fu Yanye didn't look at her again when he carried her upstairs, but her eyes couldn't stop looking at him.
He put her down on the big bed and whispered, "Let's change things tonight."
"Um?"
Her voice was still hoarse, whether it was a sequelae of the fever or from being depressed for a long time.
Fu Yanye got up, opened the cupboard door, and found one of the dozens of silk scarves she had inside.
Zhuo Jian lay on the bed and watched silently, suddenly feeling panicked.
"What are you going to do? Fu Yanye, I'm pregnant now, I can't..."
Going too far.
Before those five words were spoken, he had returned to the bed, knelt in front of her and kissed her.
She closed her eyes, and then she felt a veil in front of her eyes, and she knew what it was without even thinking.
Fu Yanye covered her eyes, then kissed her forehead gently, kissed her forehead, and kissed every inch of her skin little by little.
Zhuo Jian nervously grabbed the sheets...
——
Two hours later, he had taken her to the bathroom, showered her, and then placed her on a clean bed.
Fu Yanye touched her from behind with his upper body naked, "You can sleep now."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything else. In fact, she hadn't said anything since he started making love. All he wanted was her cooperation.
It seemed that for so long they had been together, it was the first time that he was so gentle, even particularly cautious.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uneasy and tried to fall asleep with his eyes closed.
Later, his cell phone rang, so he took it out and left.
——
Yan Zheng and Su Bai were in the private room of the bar. When they saw him coming, they both automatically cast their eyes on him.
Su Bai even asked directly, "Don't you want 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 embarrass him. How can he shout out loud? He has asked Zhuo Jian to call her big brother since she was a child, right?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything else, and Su Bai acted as if he hadn't heard anything.
Yan Zheng poured Fu Yanye a glass of wine and asked him, "Would you like some girls to come over?"
Fu Yanye gave him a look, "Then I'll leave. It's not suitable for married people to play like that."