After saying these words, Zhuo Jian felt that she was quite sane and secretly felt happy.

"Change rooms?"

Fu Yanye asked calmly, but he didn't want to ask a rhetorical question.

Because the next moment, she felt a chill on the back of her neck, and pain immediately hit her.

The door to his bedroom was pushed open from the outside, and then she was pinched by the neck and pushed in.

Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she stood inside and watched him closing the door and striding towards her, and stepped back in panic: "..."

"What room should I change to? It's not like I haven't slept in it yet!"

Fu Yanye suddenly came to her, as if he hated her, but said such words.

Zhuo Jian even felt that there was a bit of intimidation in his words, and...

The edges of her ears quietly turned red again, and she took a step back with her heels weak.

When I was about to take the next step to retreat, my slim waist was suddenly hugged.

Zhuo Jian held his breath and looked up at the man hugging him.

The look on his face was majestic, like a young master who had been provoked and was torturing the little thing who provoked him.

"Are you afraid of me?"

Fu Yanye suddenly asked.

Afraid?

Of course I'm afraid!

They are all going to get divorced!

He still teases her like this!

Zhuo Jian wanted to lower her eyes again, but soon he pinched her chin again to prompt her to look at him.

"Still as usual?"

Zhuo Jian could only ask him this, her voice so weak that she wanted to bite off her tongue.

Fu Yanye suddenly sneered: "No!"

Zhuo Jian looked at him even more surprised.

No?


Chapter completed!