Pretending to Love: Mr. Yan's New Wife

Zou Zhiyi really didn't know how to deal with such a situation, her ears were buzzing, almost making her unable to hear Yan Zhou's words.

Yan Zhou said: "I'm different from someone like Sun Hao. I won't hurt you. As long as you don't want to, I won't force you to do it."

He suddenly lowered his head, rubbing the tip of his nose against the tip of his nose, and his exhaled breath fell on her lips, kissing one after another, "So you don't have to threaten me with such words."

Yan Zhou's voice was hoarse, with an ambiguous hoarseness.

But his movements are restrained.

The muscles are tense and stiff, and they don't follow their inclinations.

Zou Zhiyi knew how big the difference in strength between the two of them was. If he really wanted to do something, she couldn't resist.

Eyes met, Zou Zhiyi became hoarse, his mind went blank for a moment, and he didn't know what to say.

I forgot where I saw a sentence that said, "Following the desire of one's own body is liking, but restraining one's desire is love."

She knew very well that Yan Zhou didn't love her, but at this moment, his restraint gave her such an illusion.

Married because of an absurdity, married for one year, and nine months pregnant. Before that, he didn't touch her because of Taotao, and then all kinds of unhappiness happened. They slept together for so long, and they really didn't do it.

Yanzhou, a man of vigorous blood, has really endured for a long time.

The air gradually heated up, and the atmosphere became more and more ambiguous. Even the air conditioner was turned to the lowest temperature, but there was no way to dispel the heat in the room.

The heavy rain outside the window was still falling, the raindrops kept beating on the window, the sound was dense and lively, even the rhythm of Zou Zhiyi's heartbeat became chaotic.

"you……"

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so Yanzhou stared at her for a long while from such a distance, the redness on his earlobe spread to his cheeks, as if he had swept a thin layer of light across her face. Layers of rouge look great.

There was thick ink rolling in Yan Zhou's eyes, but in the end he restrained himself and kissed her gently on the forehead, his voice was very hoarse, "Good night, Mrs. Yan."

Then he lay next to her again and fell asleep holding her hand.

With his fingers clasped together, he could feel his pulse, and Zou Zhiyi looked at the ceiling above his head, confused.

She couldn't fall asleep for a long time, but the culprit next to her who caused her insomnia fell asleep with peace of mind.

Zou Zhiyi heard his steady breathing, she should be fast asleep, and she could take the opportunity to get out of his arms at this time, but for some reason, she didn't move for a long time, and just stayed in his arms.

Zou Zhiyi thought that she might suffer from insomnia all night, but unexpectedly, she fell asleep very quickly in Yanzhou's arms.

And he slept until dawn, without even having a nightmare.

After waking up, she subconsciously glanced at her side, and the person lying beside her had disappeared.

The creases on the pillow had been rearranged and smoothed out. She reached out to touch it, and there was no residual warmth from Yanzhou on it. It seemed that he must have been up for a long time.

Zou Zhiyi sat up with his arms propped up, reached for the mobile phone by the bedside, turned on the screen, and glanced at the time.

It's past eight o'clock, and Yanzhou may have gone to work by now.

The ambiguity of last night, upon waking up, was like a dream, without even leaving a trace.

The mood is a little subtle.