Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

"No need, I said, my friend will come to pick me up."

Even if she was exposed to the rain, she was unwilling to contact Yanzhou again.

Yanzhou stared at her for a while, then suddenly asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

Zou Zhiyi looked at him, his expression almost frozen, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Yanzhou was still talking to himself, "I don't know how to eat people. In Mrs. Yan's eyes, am I that scary? It's worth letting Mrs. Yan be so guarded against me?"

"I'm not afraid of you, and I don't need to be afraid of you. I just feel disgusted."

Disgusting, I feel nauseous when I think about it, and I don't want to be in the same room with you.

"Really? Then Mrs. Yan should get used to it as soon as possible. After all, Mrs. Yan will be with me for the rest of her life. She can't be so resistant to the person next to her pillow and have been disgusted for so long."

Yanzhou's warm fingers brushed across her eyebrows, and took off an eyelash that fell from the corner of her eye, with intimate and ambiguous movements.

Zou Zhiyi took two steps back defensively, trying to distance himself from him, but Yan Zhou grabbed her hand with a slight force, and involuntarily let her follow his footsteps.

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The sound of splashing water in the bathroom had stopped, but Zou Zhiyi still couldn't calm down, and poured herself another cup of ginger tea. After drinking it, the spicy taste stimulated her taste buds, and she frowned slightly.

The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, and the bean-sized raindrops hit the window like dense drumbeats, creating a lively noise.

Zou Zhiyi felt that he must have made a mistake, otherwise how could he have put Yanzhou in the apartment.

Regardless of her objections, Yanzhou forcibly sent her back. Halfway on the way, it started to rain heavily, but the car broke down again for some reason, so he called for repairs and asked someone to drive another car to pick it up. Tossing will inevitably rain.

Zou Zhiyi was fine, she sat in the car and didn't get off. When changing cars, Yan Zhou held an umbrella and protected her tightly. She didn't get wet, only the trousers were wet, but Yan Zhou was wet all over. It was so bad that I sent her upstairs, stepping on her all the way with wet footprints.

Yan Zhou's hair was dripping with water, and he looked pitiful, and smiled at her, "Mrs. Yan, do you mind if I go in and take a shower and change into dry clothes?"

She originally disagreed, but this man walked in directly as if he couldn't understand people's words.

Then somehow it became like this.

Footsteps came from behind, and the refreshing breath after bathing approached, Zou Zhiyi straightened his body in an instant, his back was stiff, without turning his head, he focused on the ginger tea in his hand, as if he could see a flower from it It seems to come.

Yan Zhou brushed her hair and sat down next to her. The same scent of body wash as hers lingered on Yan Zhou's body, and a strange feeling grew and spread in her heart.

Yan Zhou was sitting next to her on a fairly large sofa, which was no longer a safe distance for her, which made Zou Zhiyi feel uncomfortable.

Sitting to one side, distanced himself from him.

It was already the broadcast time of "Deep Palace", and the familiar opening song sounded on the TV. Zou Zhiyi didn't look back, looked at the TV and said, "It's going to be dark soon, I'll call a car for you, you can go now."

The dry towel silently sucked away the water droplets from the ends of the hair, and Yanzhou smoothly pushed the wet hair back to the back of his head, revealing sharp eyebrows and eyes.

"It's still raining heavily, and it's not safe to drive at night. I'll wait a little longer and leave when the rain subsides."