For him.

Zhuo Jian got up, moving very slowly due to lack of strength.

Fu Yanye was still squatting there, looking up at her: "The soup is ready, do you want to drink it?"

Zhuo Jian nodded: "Okay!"

Fu Yanye walked forward with satisfaction and picked her up from the sofa.

Zhuo Jian nervously rubbed the back of his neck and couldn't help but look at him.

Fu Yanye whispered: "Mom told me not to tire you."

"Then you have to be obedient."

Zhuo Jian said softly.

Fu Yanye felt that she suddenly became so gentle, a little unfamiliar, and very caring.

"I'm past the age of listening to my mother."

He said that after putting her down in the chair, he couldn't help but kiss her lips.

That kind of deep kiss.

Zhuo Jian numbly felt the tip of his tongue in her mouth. She unconsciously raised her hand and grabbed his arm hard.


Chapter completed!