I don't deserve your love

"You go upstairs first, I'll come back after I find the thermometer."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she reminded patiently.

He is too hot.

Fu Yanye lost her temperature in his hands, and looked at her with pleading eyes, "I don't want you to go."

"I'll be right back."

Zhuo Jian's voice softened.

"No need, stay with me, just for a while."

Fu Yanye held her slender wrist again, and leaned forward slowly under Zhuo Jian's gaze.

"Fu Yanye, you are sick, we..."

"Don't go."

Fu Yanye put himself into her arms.

At that moment, silence replaced all reasons.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and unconsciously put her hands on his short hair.

His eye sockets became inexplicably hot.

Why does he seem to be...

I need company.

In his heart, is he actually lonely?

Zhuo Jian touched his hair and said three words softly: "I won't go."

But he is like this now, she has to make sure how high his fever is, and see which antipyretic medicine to take.

She sent a wechat message with her mobile phone, and then stayed with him on the sofa.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought, could she be going too far?

After he lost his memory, he was under a lot of pressure, but she still wanted to get angry with him.

But sometimes, it can't help but become like that.

I don't know how long I blamed myself, but my aunt brought a thermometer from another house.

Zhuo Jian took his temperature, it was 38 degrees.

She knew it was high, and it was hot to the touch.

But when she saw that number, she was still anxious.

How did it happen that he had a fever last time? How long has it been since then?

"Prepare a bowl of noodles and make a cup of antipyretic medicine, just the brand you used last time."

Zhuo Jian explained softly.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Auntie nodded in a barely audible voice, and hurried to prepare.

A big thunder struck outside, Zhuo Jian looked out.

Today, it is destined not to go out.

She looked down at the drowsy sleeping person on her lap, and her heart suddenly became warm.

It seems that I haven't felt this way for a long time.

He was right there within her reach, defenseless and without any scrutiny.

Zhuo Jian gently stroked his hair with her hand, and when she unexpectedly found his face close to her lower abdomen, a sudden heat surged through her heart.

I was surprised and delighted.

Like him, he was close to their princess.

Will their princess feel it?

He used to hope that she would have a daughter.

But it was the son again.

This time, he finally got what he wanted.

but……

The light that suddenly rose in her eyes dimmed a little bit.

He hasn't greeted their princess yet.

As soon as I knew it, I suspected it was someone else's child.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Jian complained to him again, and slowly leaned back, gently stroking his hands down from his hair to the back of his neck.

It's amazingly hot in there.

When she had a fever when she was a child, her mother would pinch her neck.

Hands moved unconsciously on his neck.

Fu Yanye turned over suddenly.

She raised her hand and looked at him sincerely and dullly.

Fu Yanye also stared at her with dark eyes.

He looked tired and...

Zhuo Jian felt that he was going to see a hole in her heart, and couldn't help but want to cover her heart with her hands.

But in the end, no action was taken.

The two of them just looked at each other, and just looked at each other.

Nothing earth-shattering happened.

Not a single word either.

But, before her heart was about to jump out, he suddenly came to her.

"Ah."

"Does it hurt you?"

The moment his lips pressed against hers, it was hot and heavy.

Zhuo Jian looked at the person who suddenly left her, her heart was still beating like thunder.

Why did he suddenly kiss her?

She couldn't speak, her throat seemed to be blocked by something.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, and he didn't know how many times he went back and forth between her eyes and lips.

He is unwilling.

that's it.

But look at her eyes that deliberately kept a distance, and feel her hot breath.

Fu Yanye looked away under Zhuo Jian's gaze, put his long legs on the ground, and sat next to her in the same posture as her.

He felt that he was too weak.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye, not knowing why he got up suddenly.

Fu Yanye couldn't help pinching the back of his neck hard.

Just now, the woman's hands were soft and cold. He felt that it wasn't his problem, and he couldn't bear it anyway.

"Aren't you going on a business trip?"

He diverts attention.

"It would have been, but it was raining."

Zhuo Jian responded calmly, still looking at him.

Fu Yanye glanced out the window and suddenly smiled.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Some people's laughter is fatal.

"Or God's will."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he turned to look at her.

Both of them slumped on the sofa, just looking at each other with their own thoughts.

However, there is something called the tranquility of time that grows in the space.

God's will?

or so.

Not long after, Fu Yanye leaned on her shoulder again, and asked her in a low voice with loneliness, "Don't you wish me a happy birthday?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just looked down at the person leaning on her shoulder.

Although he didn't say anything, she just felt that he was unhappy.

Is it because we have known each other for too long?

That's why he felt his thoughts so quickly.

"Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

"Happy birthday."

"..."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but looked up at her again.

Zhuo Jian's eyes were clear and gentle, and she smiled, "Congratulations, you are one year older."

"..."

Fu Yanye was silent, but when he saw the playfulness in her eyes suddenly, he couldn't help his heart boiling again.

Zhuo Jian saw the dissatisfaction and scrutiny in his eyes, and then...

provocative?

Or is it to conquer?

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and before she could recover, the man's hot breath suddenly approached again.

Her warm and soft lips were about to be sucked by him again.

Just in the last second, he stopped suddenly.

It's just that the phoenix eyes are narrowed, staring at her nervous appearance.

"You should be glad I have a fever."

"what?"

Zhuo Jian tilted her head back a little to keep a distance from him, and asked him.

"I don't want to bully pregnant women."

Fu Yanye explained.

"..."

"few……"

While Zhuo Jian was in a daze, the aunt suddenly pushed open the door and came in. Fu Yanye moved his eyes from looking at her when he heard the door knock, then threw himself back and sat beside her.

The aunt lowered her head and brought over two bowls of noodles, "Young madam, please accompany the young master to have some, too. You will be very lucky if you eat longevity noodles."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but couldn't bear to look at him again.

He had already leaned over, although he still looked tired, he picked up a bowl of noodles.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, thinking he was hungry.

In the end, he didn't raise his head, he just put a bowl in front of her, and then took another bowl, "Together."

Zhuo Jian casually stretched out her hand to take his face, and leaned over like him.

The husband and wife pressed their elbows on their thighs, holding noodles in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and couldn't help but look at each other.