I don't deserve your love

"It's been a long time since I saw you smile."

When Fu Yanye found out that she was laughing, he was heartbroken and became very firm about something.

Zhuo Jian realized that she was carried away, so she quickly put away her smiling face.

But Fu Yanye couldn't help pressing her forehead, and asked her in a hoarse voice caused by alcohol and her smile: "Baby, can you smile at me more?"

Zhuo Jian pushed him, but did not respond.

Fu Yanye straightened up, held her face in his hands, and looked at her with drunken eyes, "I will never hide anything from you again."

"..."

Zhuo Jian remained silent, fearing that he would only give in after a few days if he just talked but didn't practice.

"If you do it again, you can bury me alive."

After he finished speaking, he quickly fixed her chin and asked her to raise her head, accepting his drunken kiss.

She instantly had the feeling that he saw through her, knew what she was thinking, and...

If he really understood her, he wouldn't have treated her like this for so long.

When he was distracted by alcohol, and when he kissed her neck, Zhuo Jian tried her best to dodge aside, pushing the side of his neck with both hands, "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"I'm dying to think about it."

He said aggrieved.

"No."

He moved closer again, and Zhuo Jian pushed him out again.

His tall body is a little precarious.

"Why not? Didn't you invite me in for tea that day?"

"Drinking tea is just drinking tea."

"Usually, when a man and a woman are dating, isn't it meant to go upstairs to drink tea?"

He caressed her tight waist with both hands, and when he spoke, he had already reached her ear, and soon kissed her neck again.

"certainly not."

Zhuo Jian couldn't push him anymore, her hands drooped, and she lifted her head weakly to let him kiss.

Fu Yanye was dissatisfied with kissing, and started to do it again. Zhuo Jian said helplessly and seriously in a low voice: "Fu Yanye, you make me very doubt your sincerity to me."

"Sincerity? I've been yours all my life, isn't it sincerity?"

The more he spoke, the more aggrieved, dissatisfied, and even a little uncontrollable, his voice was hoarse.

He missed her this gentle place so much. Just after the two of them cleared up a big misunderstanding, he was very special, excited, so excited that he left everything behind and only thought about that one thing.

"No, then is there anyone else in my life?"

Zhuo Jian covered his mouth and asked impatiently.

Fu Yanye paused, his eyes were suddenly jealous, and he said dissatisfiedly: "You still want someone else? I can't wait to cut off the hands of those who touched you. If you let someone touch you again, I will commit a crime."

He held her hand and kissed again and again, looking at her and muttering resentfully.

Zhuo Jian felt that her heart seemed to start to move like it did when she first found out that she fell in love with him.

But they have experienced too much, she lowered her eyes, "You have to give me time."

"how long?"

"How long? Anyway, it depends on your performance."

Zhuo Jian was a little emboldened.

She didn't know how long.

Between them, can they really return to the past, the good times?

"Then, when watching my performance, can you let me eat and sleep with you?"

When talking about sleeping together, he leaned closer again.

"You soft bone, you stand up, don't you like being apart?"

"Who likes to be apart?"

"Then don't you leave your son and daughter every time?"

"Then, isn't it a game of playing hard to get with Mrs. Fu?"

He smiled, a little embarrassed, but the way he looked at her soon became so straightforward again.

"..."

Zhuo Jian also looked at him, unable to say a word.

It turned out to be a game of playing hard to get.

She thought, how did he change so fast?

Either occupy her sight all day long, or leave her without news for a long time.

"Son said you asked him what I was doing."

He laughed as he spoke, hugged her intimately, and murmured in his arms, "Jian Jian, you don't know how I was feeling at that time, I feel like the petals of the whole world are floating."

What a wonderful sight that must be!

Will it be too beautiful?

In Zhuo Jian's mind, she also imagined that kind of weightless flowers floating, as if she had seen it in some movie?

"Honey, I seem to be drunk, so I won't leave tonight, okay? I'll leave tomorrow morning."

His voice was indeed drunk, and he was getting more and more drunk.

Zhuo Jian could feel the weight of his body continuously coming to her, and she couldn't bear the weight of her shoulders and waist, so she had to hold his waist with both hands and push him out: "Fu Yanye, you are so heavy." .”

He was obviously alone at that time, why did he suddenly become very drunk?

"Did I crush you?"

In his eyes, it seemed that he was very drunk.

"My shoulders hurt so much, and my waist can't do it either."

She tried her best to support him to speak, laboriously.

Fu Yanye immediately stood up, "I can't make you hurt."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Why did he suddenly become like this again? He was very concerned about her.

"May I take you to bed, okay? I'll rub you again, and if you want to take a hot bath, I'll help you put the water on and take you to bed first."

He didn't seem to be thinking clearly, and he was about to do what he said, and then came back and hugged her, "I will carry you to the bed first."

Zhuo Jian hugged his neck tightly in fright, he looked like he could throw her away at any time, "You go well."

"Humph."

He laughed and walked more east and west.

"Fu Yanye."

"Even if you fall down, I will serve as a backing for you. What are you afraid of?"

As he spoke, he suddenly took her into the bedroom, and then they both fell on the bed.

He was still holding Zhuo Jian's posture and just lay down.

Zhuo Jian's head fell violently, and then turned up again, she was very dizzy, and when she could see things clearly again, he was already in front of her, and...

Probably because he was very used to that movement, so he suddenly rolled onto her body, with a bit of lust in his confusion, "Baby, I miss you so much, I miss you so much that I'm about to die."

He pressed himself on top of her, burying his face in the hollow of her neck.

Zhuo Jian lay there unable to move, only felt that his breath smelled too much of alcohol, and thought, tell him to drink less alcohol in the future.

Drinking too much alcohol will not only cause trouble, but also hurt the body.

Not only that, she heard even breathing.

"Fu Yanye."

she called softly.

But the person above her made no sound.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to turn her head to look at him, but she didn't see anything, she just unconsciously put her hand on his hair.

His hair is quite stiff, but at the moment, it feels inexplicably good to the touch.

It's also good for him to sleep.

It turned out that he was just afraid that she would be unhappy.

fool.

It was twelve o'clock, and Zhuo Jian calmed down, feeling the weight and breathing of the sleeping person on her body, and silently looked at the lamps on the roof.

Well, I can't actually see anything.

But here he is.

It was as if the whole world was in front of her again.