I don't deserve your love

"Where is it cold?"

She raised her head in a daze to see that he seemed to be suffering, so she got up a little.

"It's so cold here."

"here?"

Zhuo Jian saw that the place where he was rubbing was his chest.

"Well, it's so cold here, please help me cover it."

He breathed on her body with the smell of alcohol, but his hands were already untying his shirt sleeves.

Zhuo Jian lay back in his arms again, and put her hand on his chest lightly: "Is it here?"

"Well, rub it."

"Ah."

In the huge living room, they were quiet and could hear each other's heartbeat.

Zhuo Jian felt that his chest was a little cold, and warmed him gently.

As time travels, they never had those hatreds, as if they were back after Christmas that year.

He went abroad to find her, and the two of them nestled on the sofa like this, and they didn't have to leave all night.

Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, those precious memories have been sealed for too long.

Ever since she felt that she could never find the old Fu Yanye again, she had already sealed those warm and sweet memories.

She could call him husband with a smirk, ride on him like a little princess and act like a baby with him.

I really hope that after tonight, they can go back to the way they were that day.

He spared no effort to find her, and he didn't have to make excuses to say that he was going to work.

He just wanted to see her, he just missed her.

There were her tears on his chest, but she didn't notice.

"Wife."

He murmured again.

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian clutched his chest for him, his tired wrists hurt, and he was also sleepy.

"Does your heart still hurt?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's original eyelashes were slowly lifted, her eyes were as clear as stars in a dark night.

"I'll rub it for you too."

"Fu..."

"Shh."

He pressed against her forehead and didn't let her speak anymore.

He kissed the center of her eyebrows, the tip of her nose, and her fragrant lips. He couldn't help but suck a little more, and then slowly kissed her neck, all the way to the position of her heart.

She had already been messed up by him, and he unbuttoned her again.

"Fu Yanye, how can you unbutton your shirt so quickly when you're drunk?"

"Humph."

He smiled, and then saw his day and night thoughts, and raised his eyes to look at her, "Honey, your husband is drunk, not demented."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He soon lost his playful smile again, staring intently at her heart, his lips gently kissed her skin.

He still remembered that time when she was drunk and said she was in pain.

He should really treat her well.

In his mind, she was crying like a silly child, she said she was in pain, she said he didn't want her anymore, but she loved him the most.

He kissed lightly until he felt her hugging him in her arms.

He lay there listening to her heartbeat, and whispered: "Does it still hurt?"

She was a little speechless and just shook her head.

Fu Yanye came in front of her, looking at her with drunken black eyes, "I won't let you hurt again, okay?"

"Ah."

She nodded, then forgot about everything.

I just feel that this moment is more precious.

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, and then hugged his back tightly with her slender arms, "Fu Yanye, I love you, I love you very much."

"Really?"

Fu Yanye suddenly held her face in his hands.

Tears welled up in her eyes, and he wasn't much better.

Zhuo Jian sucked her nose and nodded foolishly.

"How do you love? Prove it to me."

He murmured, a little compulsively.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, unable to say anything, just using his favorite way.

She kissed his hot lips with tears, and then hooked his neck, actively deepening the kiss.

"Never leave me again."

"Ah."

"Don't call me ex-husband."

"Ah."

"Change the note on the phone."

"Ah."

Ok?

Something suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind, but before she could understand it, it suddenly disappeared again.

"So nice."

He looked at her stubbornly, and when he saw her obediently agreed, he kissed her as a reward, and then whispered in her ear.

Zhuo Jian blushed when she heard this, and was picked up by him, with her legs wrapped around his waist, the two kissed, hugged and went upstairs.

Zhuo Jian thought, she was probably dreaming.

Did she drink alcohol?

I feel ecstatic, as if I have been in a fantasy world.

-

When she woke up the next morning, there was nothing on her, and of course, neither did he.

As soon as Zhuo Jian turned over, she opened her eyes and saw his firm skin. She quietly lay on her side and looked at him until some memories emerged clearly in her mind.

She stood up suddenly, then looked at the bedside table.

Her phone isn't there, but...

She lay back down slowly again, and then continued to look at him.

he last night...

Like say you love her?

She began to watch him sink into the memory of last night again.

She leaned closer unconsciously, stroking his brow lightly with her thumb.

Fu Yanye seemed to be out of habit, and consciously leaned towards her, and even hugged her.

That's it, they are reconciled, right?

Zhuo Jian's heart gradually overflowed with something like honey, and it began to be sweet.

But thinking of how busy she was still today, she got up not long after.

After washing, she went to the cloakroom to choose a more beautiful dress, and then found a warmer coat. After getting dressed, she tied a bow and walked back to the room. Seeing that he was still sleeping there, she walked over and leaned over. He kissed lightly on the cheek, "I'm going to work."

Her voice was small and soft.

"Ah."

His sleepy voice agreed.

Zhuo Jian smiled, wiped her lipstick on his face, then turned and left.

But the lipstick was not wiped clean.

After Zhuo Jian went downstairs, Wang Rui had already leaned against the car and waited for her. Seeing her coming out, he straightened up immediately, "Good morning, Young Madam."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed, and he opened the door and got in.

After Wang Rui got into the car, she asked, "How is Yuan Man these two days?"

"Nothing but vomiting."

Wang Rui said, but he felt in his heart that it is not easy for a woman to have children.

Zhuo Jian nodded after listening, "You have to be patient."

"clear."

Wang Rui agreed, and suddenly thought that the woman sitting behind had given birth to three children, and couldn't help but think that women are really great.

Zhuo Jian took a look at the phone, there were a lot of messages in the sister group last night, but most of them were Zhang Mingmei complaining about Su Bai's drunkenness.

After reading it, Zhuo Jian also posted: "Fu Yanye is not much better."

After she finished replying, she quit the group chat and saw that there was still a personal chat lying down. Zhuang Mingli said that there was no moon last night, and she said, "We are reconciled."

She put away her phone and looked out the window.

Zhuang Mingli kept in touch with her after returning home, but he still didn't give up on her. I hope this WeChat message is useful.

-

It was past nine o'clock when Fu Yanye woke up, feeling a splitting headache.

He sat up with support, sighed, and pressed his forehead between his eyebrows.

There were some unrealistic memories in his mind, but when he saw that the bed was clean in a blink of an eye, he sighed helplessly. Now, he can have this kind of dream when he is drunk, how ridiculous he is.

But when he's about to get out of bed, wait...