He had become squeamish throughout his life as a patient, and was unwilling to cooperate with others even in taking medicine.
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At midnight, Zhuo Jian quietly entered the ward building, greeted the medical staff and asked about his condition. After confirming that it was just a simple fever, she quietly walked to the ward.
The reason why she came so late was because she didn't want him to know that she had been here.
She wanted to take a peek quietly, but she left when she saw that he was asleep.
But……
She found that the small light was on in the ward and there was no one on the bed.
She opened the door and went in, then looked away nervously, he was not there.
Did he slip away quietly?
The surroundings were eerily quiet. She knew he didn't like injections or being hospitalized, but what else could he do if he had a fever that made him dizzy?
"Looking for me?"
Suddenly there was a deep voice behind her, with the smell of cigarette smoke, and she turned her head reflexively.
Fu Yanye glanced at her with dark eyes, walked around her and said, "I'm a little annoyed, I went to have a cigarette."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's mouth moved, and she wanted to blurt out several times that she was just passing by, but she thought that the door to her home was a bit far away, so she held back. She just watched him walk to the bed, turn around, and then sit on the edge of the bed, holding his hands.
On the side, he suddenly raised his head and stared straight at her.
It was so sharp and it hurt her heart.
"What do you want from me? Do you want to warn me not to go back to my old house and touch my son these days?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, thought for a long time, and wanted to say yes, but felt that he might be hurt.
She habitually put her hands behind her back, gently picked at the door frame, lowered her head and murmured: "I just came to take a look, I'm leaving."
"Zhuo Jian!"
As soon as she turned around, her name was suddenly called sharply from behind.
She stopped, as if something had opened its bloody mouth to swallow her whole body.
"Aren't you going to give me a reasonable explanation?"
Fu Yanye held the hand on the edge of the bed hard, but stood up in the next second.
Zhuo Jian felt like something was about to jump out of her heart. She was sweating slightly on the tip of her nose. She already regretted coming here.
But who would have thought that when he should be sleeping in the middle of the night, he would go out to smoke.
"You came to the hospital so late, don't you have nothing to say to me?"
Fu Yanye suddenly stood behind her.
Zhuo Jian felt her back begin to feel numb, until his hot body covered her. She raised her head sadly and leaned closer to the door panel.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye held her shoulder with his hand, and then slowly applied force.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned around and wanted to push him, but before his hand could touch him, he held it and raised it above his head.
She leaned against the door panel and looked at him, watching his dark eyes looking down at her with some resentment.
"Why did you come to me so late? Do you still care about me?"
Fu Yanye pressed her forehead, his breath still smelled of smoke and threats.
"You, please let me go first."
She felt like her hands were cramping, and her posture was so ambiguous.
But Fu Yanye whispered, stubbornly, "Tell me first why you came here?"
His knee gently pressed against hers, and the breath on his thin lips teased her intentionally or unintentionally.
Zhuo Jian was so depressed that he almost couldn't breathe. He held his eyes tightly and did not dare to move. He felt that his heart and lungs were getting hotter and hotter, as if he had been scalded by the hot water that had just been boiled on the stove.
"I regret it."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes, looked into his gloomy black eyes and said.
His hand gradually moved to hold her chin. He hated it when she said she regretted it.
"What do you regret? Do you regret coming to see your ex-husband, or do you regret ever loving me?"
"all."
Zhuo Jian's crystal clear eyes held her unique persistence.
After Fu Yanye heard all that sound, he couldn't help but laugh. But the next moment, he pinched her chin hard to make her head up, and then slowly sucked her lips with his thin lips that smelled of cigarettes.
Kiss.
Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe for a long time, and was about to gasp when he was about to suffocate, but suddenly he tasted the faint smell of tobacco on the tip of his tongue, and Fu Yanye's kiss began to get deeper and deeper.
"You know what I hate the most, and you hate me too, but what should I do? I damn want to have sex with you."
After Fu Yanye kissed her, he still didn't want to let her go, forcing her to move against the wall, and the sound squeezed out from between his teeth was even more intimidating.
Zhuo Jian's eyes slowly raised, "But you are no longer qualified."
Fu Yanye's black eyes stared straight at her.
"We are divorced, ex-husband."
Zhuo Jian's words made him feel like he had been stabbed several times in the heart.
"Can I leave now?"
Seeing that he was silent, Zhuo Jian stared at him stubbornly and asked.
Fu Yanye suddenly smiled, looking at her swollen lips from his kiss, he pinched her chin again to hold her red lips, and then...
"Um!"
Soon, the smell of blood made Zhuo Jian frown.
He wanted to bite her, but he did.
She put her hand on his heart and tried to push him away, but the moment she was bitten, she did not dare to move because the further away he was, the more painful the bite would be.
Fu Yanye felt that she was in pain and had to stamp her feet before letting go. Then his dark black eyes looked at the blood drops on her lips with a smile. When he looked at her eyes again, there was a hint of evil in his eyes and he asked her: "
You don’t need to record the show tomorrow, right? It seems like there’s no way to record it like this.”
"you……"
"Still so squeamish."
He wiped the blood on her lips with his hand and did not let go immediately. Instead, he pressed his hand and looked at her and asked, "Do you want to taste your own blood?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face suddenly turned red and white.
He put his hand on her lips and asked her that question. She knew exactly what it meant.
She didn't even know what his bad intentions were, so she just pushed him hard with both hands.
She swore that if she came to see him again because of his illness or something, she would be a pig.
But she couldn't push him, his legs were still close to hers, motionless, and his black eyes suddenly turned to look at her gloomily, and he suddenly held her wrists tightly, and she looked at her in shock.
When he spoke, his low and deep voice reminded her: "Zhuo Jian, you are the one who provoked me this time."
"Let me go, you bastard."
Zhuo Jian was so angry that she never dared to look at him again.
Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her again, between her lips and teeth, on the edges of her ears, and on her long neck.
She probably didn't wear perfume, the smell was the one he was most familiar with.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but hug her as he kissed her.
As soon as Zhuo Jian's feet left the ground, she subconsciously wrapped her arms around him, "Fu Yanye, what do you want to do?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
Fu Yanye asked, then hugged her and turned around to walk to the bed.
"We are divorced."
Zhuo Jian looked up and saw the neat bed and immediately reminded him in panic.
Fu Yanye asked: "Really?" This chapter has been completed!