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"Zhuo Jian!"

"Fu Yanye, I'll come..."

"Why is it so difficult to just let you hold me?"

Fu Yanye said as he hugged her and held her down.

Zhuo Jian was lying on the pillow, looking at the man with dark eyes in front of her, and couldn't help but feel her heart beat faster.

Fu Yanye lowered his head to kiss her, but felt that she didn't like it, so he moved his kiss to her neck.

Two people use the same shower gel, and it smells particularly exciting.

It didn't take long for him to lie on her neck, panting, and said in an unbearable voice: "Sooner or later, you will make me mad to death."

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Why was he so angry with her sooner or later?

Maybe she was the one who died first.

He was so strong and strong, how could he die so easily?

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move, and grabbed the sheets under her body with her hands.

"You haven't slept all night, can you sleep with me?"

Fu Yanye knew she wouldn't coax him, so he asked her again in a low voice.

Zhuo Jian looked into the air with his big eyes, and then he hummed.

Fu Yanye left her body, lay beside her and stretched out his hand.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then immediately raised his head obediently.

He put the phone under her neck.

Zhuo Jian was a little afraid to really press forward until he said: "Press up with all your strength."

"It's going to be heavy."

Zhuo Jian reminded him.

"Just you? How much do you weigh?"

Fu Yanye looked at her with disdain and reminded.

Zhuo Jian thought, okay.

So she pressed firmly on his arm.

What she was thinking was that she would get up when he fell asleep later.

Unexpectedly, she also fell asleep.

I never realized that I could sleep so well before.

——

When I woke up, it was because my ears were itchy.

But it was extremely difficult to open her eyes. The sunlight fell scatteredly on the bed, hitting the gentle corners of her eyes.

She reflexively turned her face to the side, her eyebrows moved slightly, and then she saw clearly the person who was teasing her with her hair.

Fu Yanye!

At that moment, it suddenly seemed like she was back in the spring when she was fifteen years old.

She hurriedly got up from the bed and looked at the person still lying on her side with dull and shocked eyes.

He rolled over and fell down, his long arms casually placed behind his head to rest his head, and one finger continued to gently tangle her long, silky hair.

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses and subconsciously pulled her hair away from his fingers.

The long hair twirled several times between his fingers before falling down.

Fu Yanye let go, not without regret.

When her long hair disappeared from his fingers, it seemed that something that had been living in her heart for a long time disappeared.

But he soon looked at her seriously again, even with tenderness in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked at him: "You, why are you still here?"

"I want to take you home, but I'm afraid of disturbing your sleep."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled and he looked away unnaturally.

The sunlight outside the window completely hit the edge of the bed. She looked there and lowered her eyebrows unconsciously.

Fu Yanye moved behind her, hugged her from behind, lowered his forehead to her waist and murmured: "Grandma just called us to go home for dinner."

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that she wanted to sneak away quietly while he was sleeping.

But not only did she not slip away, she even fell asleep, still in his arms.

She looked at her watch and saw it was already twelve o'clock.

The phone rang at the right time. She turned around and took it.

It was Li Yuqing. She hesitated for a few seconds and picked up when she lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Hello, Yuqing."

"Well, tomorrow? In the morning, that's okay."

Zhuo Jian agreed to him and hung up the phone.

After leaving the bedroom, she went to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, she squatted down a little exhausted.

God, what on earth was she thinking?

Do you think you can be with him forever?

She could never catch his mind.

He is like a big ship, always going in another direction.

And she is a small boat, floating in the sea, and will eventually sink to the bottom of the sea.

Zhuo Jian squatted inside and held his head, warning himself: "Zhuo Jian, don't fall."

How could she fall asleep in his arms?

Uncle Zhou came to give him clothes, but he only delivered them to the door, called him, and then left.

Fu Yanye went to cook lunch wearing the clean and neat new clothes given by Uncle Zhou. When Zhuo Jian came out of the bathroom, she had recovered her mood. When she saw him cooking, she walked over and couldn't help but call him: "From now on, you can

Stop cooking for me."

Fu Yanye turned to look at her: "What? Are you afraid that you won't be used to eating outside food?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian couldn't deny it.

Fu Yanye lowered his head to cut the vegetables carefully, and told her by the way, "That's exactly the result I want."

Don’t they all say that if you want to control a man’s heart, you must first control that man’s stomach?

He feels that this matter is actually the same in reverse.

Zhuo Jian's heart was filled with excitement by his lukewarm words.

He just does what he wants to do.

Totally unrestrained.

He has been like this for all these years.

Zhuo Jian suddenly looked away feeling aggrieved and looked at him again. The more she looked at him, the angrier she became. She turned around and went to the living room to sit down.

While eating, she remembered that there were no real items in her refrigerator, but these were so fresh.

Fu Yanye told her, "Uncle Zhou bought them all."

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes again and just focused on eating.

But actually, I have no appetite.

After dinner, Fu Yanye saw her lying on the sofa and about to go to sleep again. He walked up to her and called her: "Shall I take you out for a walk?"

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Anywhere."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't know why she wanted to go out with him. There was no purpose.

Fu Yanye actually took her to climb a mountain. Before she reached the mountain, her thin legs began to tremble.
To be continued...