I don't deserve your love

"Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian muttered wearily.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the sleeping person. She had slipped from his arms and found a comfortable position to continue falling asleep.

Raindrops kept hitting the car, Yuan Man and Chang Xia tried their best not to disturb the people behind them.

Chang Xia looked up at the situation in the rearview mirror, took a blanket from the side cabinet and sent it to the back in a rare thoughtful way.

Fu Yanye covered her from waist to legs.

"Don't touch, don't touch me."

She was still humming.

Fu Yanye froze when he covered her with the blanket, and then gently covered her again.

Do not touch?

It's all him in the dream, so it's okay if you don't touch him?

He thought that in her dream it should be that the two of them were doing the most common thing between husband and wife, people who had been gloomy for a long time suddenly felt much better.

She was still calling his name in her dream, which shows how important he is to her heart.

There was a smile in his phoenix eyes again, and when she fell asleep, he just stared straight at her, his eyes became more and more gentle, doting, loving...

Zhuo Jian put her frail arms around his waist, trying to find the warmest place in her sleep, so she even pulled his shirt and put her hand in from behind his waist.

The temperature in the palm of the hand was so warm and real that the sleeping person suddenly opened his eyes and raised his head.

Then people quickly got up.

However, a little side of her buttocks was under the seat. When she almost fell, Fu Yanye frowned and hugged her tightly, and looked at her angrily: "I'm just a mortal."

When he woke up, he avoided him like a demon, which made him very unhappy.

Zhuo Jian heard his words that he was just a mortal, and her mind went blank.

I don't remember anything for a moment, just staring at him.

But his gaze was too scorching, she lowered her eyes after recovering, and gently pushed his chest.

Fu Yanye picked her up and put her next to him, but he didn't let go of his hand, just staring at her.

Zhuo Jian became anxious, and said softly: "Release."

"What did you dream about?"

He suddenly asked her in a hoarse voice.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Did you do it?"

Fu Yanye asked again.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him in shock, her face flushed instantly.

"Dream."

He read another word.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Suddenly, there was a lot of movement behind.

Zhuo Jian angrily pushed him for a long time.

Fu Yanye deliberately let her toss, and made room for her in his arms, but no matter how much she tossed, she couldn't free the space in his arms.

In the end, he was pressed in the seat: "Why are you in a hurry? What do you think I said?"

His eyes were obviously so direct.

Zhuo Jian felt that this person could really pretend, "Fu Yanye, don't deceive people too much."

"If you can hold Ruanxiang in your arms, which man wouldn't like to bully others too much?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless for a while, so she had to push him again, but she couldn't push him away no matter how hard she supported her arms, and finally she felt that her arms were sore, so she let go.

The car was about to arrive at the old house, but Fu Yanye was still looking at her like that, with serious affection in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked up at the window and reminded him: "I'm home, get up quickly."

"Who just put his hand on my waist when he fell asleep? Zhuo Jian, do you know what you want?"

Fu Yanye suddenly asked her very seriously.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and then she looked straight at him.

What can she want?

It's nothing more than an easy life.

Of course she also wanted to rely on her, but after so many years, she failed several times.

She really didn't dare to try again.

"I want to leave you."

So, when the car arrived at the old house, her voice was soft but firm.

Fu Yanye was speechless, just staring at her determination to break up.

When the car stopped at the door, Zhuo Jian was still lying there, and then Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her on the lips when the person in front turned back.

Zhuo Jian's breathing was blocked for an instant, and the two people in the car quickly got out of the car holding umbrellas.

And in the quiet carriage, occasionally a woman's dissatisfied hum could be heard.

"Say it again."

he hissed her.

"I want to separate from you, um."

Zhuo Jian immediately responded to him angrily, but she was gagged again as soon as she finished speaking, this time it was not a simple kiss.

She was so painful that she wanted to cry, but Fu Yanye sucked her lips and did not let go. After a long time, she stopped again, raised her chin, and asked while kissing: "Say it again, what do you want?"

"I want a divorce."

As soon as the word "marriage" fell, he was kissed again.

She felt her lips were broken.

He is so cruel.

It seemed to be intentional to make her hurt like this.

Zhuo Jian closed her eyes tightly, trying to endure the pain.

"Say it again."

He sucked her lips into a beautiful pink, looked at her, and only let go of her order after he was satisfied.

Yes, it is an order.

He knew the answer earlier, he knew she was stubborn, but he just wanted her to say it again.

"I want a divorce."

She opened her eyes, hating his torture even more.

These four words, one word at a time, are clear.

Fu Yanye smiled, but then he lowered his eyes to her neck, stroking the bottom of her throat with his slender and sexy fingers.

Zhuo Jian endured it, but wanted to see what else he could do.

"Ah."

Then she raised her chin and her chest rose.

He bit where he stroked.

She couldn't even breathe.

His hand came down to her waist and squeezed it forcefully. After a while, he was finally willing to let go, but he held her tightly, and then sucked the place where he bit her out.

She was in pain, humming sadly, and wanted to cry, but finally held back.

How can she cry.

In front of this beast.

Zhuo Jian clenched her hands desperately, her nails were about to sink into her palms.

She didn't let go until he was willing to let go of her neck, allowing her to breathe and continue her life.

And Fu Yanye's deep black eyes were already unpredictable, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"We'll go to the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow. Tonight, wash yourself and lie on my bed."

Fu Yanye looked at her, those few words were extremely heartless.

Zhuo Jian's eyelashes moved, and she slowly looked at him again.

That Fu Yanye suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.

"Why don't you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau first, and then I'll clean myself and lie on top of you."

After Zhuo Jian choked up, she tried her best to restrain her angry proposal.

Fu Yanye smiled shortly afterwards, put his forehead against hers, and said softly: "I don't trust you, I want tonight."

"I don't believe you either."

Zhuo Jian also told him softly.

The carriage gradually became a little ambiguous, and he hugged her lips and kissed her for a long time before he gasped and said to her, "Then what should we do? How can we have the best of both worlds?"

After being kissed by him, Zhuo Jian pursed her lips, feeling very painful, dry, hot and uncomfortable.

"Huh? How can we have the best of both worlds?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

Since they don't trust each other, there must be a way to satisfy both of them.

"Fu Yanye, you are sick."

Zhuo Jian scolded him angrily.

Fu Yanye smiled, and wrapped his lips around her again.

He insisted like a paranoid.