I don't deserve your love

"You lunatic, crazy, perverted, I want to divorce you, I want, um..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with some fear, from depression to anger at the beginning, and his voice changed from muttering to shouting,

Warm blood soon spread from the lips to the mouth and throat, and Zhuo Jian held her head up, forced to agree to the bloody kiss.

I don't know how, and I don't know whose blood it is.

"Tell me about divorce again?"

Fu Yanye had had enough of kissing, and wiped the blood on her lips with his thumb, threatening.

"I! Want! Divorce! Marriage!"

Zhuo Jian trembled, but she said this with extra firmness.

Fu Yanye's black eyes were cold and stern, and he strangled her jaw in the next second, "Say it again."

"I want……"

"..."

There was no impact of words, but his lips were pressed against hers again, which made her painful lips even more painful, and made it even more difficult for her to breathe intermittently.

Outside, the rain was still mercilessly hitting the window behind her.

Inside, he was like a wild beast, forcing her firmly to be unable to be herself.

"Should I still talk?"

He kissed her before she was about to pass out, finally let go of her, gave her some breath, and continued to press her with a hoarse voice.

"You, go back on your word."

After Zhuo Jian barely maintained her breath, she finally said this sentence.

"Contradictory? Who insisted on staying with me? Your patience with me, just for a few years?"

Fu Yanye asked loudly.

"you……"

Zhuo Jian couldn't ask again.

He remembered.

He must have remembered.

"What about me? I originally planned to let you go, but this time when I got sick, I realized that I can't be a good person at all. I was born to be a ruthless character. Whether you are happy or not, I will never let you go."

"..."

Get ill?

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long time, unable to understand what disease he was talking about.

"Whether you love it or hate it, I want you to be by my side. It's best to make me happy. If you make me unhappy, you will naturally suffer."

Fu Yanye pinched her slender waist, his hands were no longer so heavy.

Zhuo Jian was still a little confused.

But the hand at the waist gently stroked her up and down, making her feel like she was in a mess.

Finally, she took his hand and said decisively: "You remember it, don't you? You remember everything, don't you?"

she asked suddenly.

She stared at him suddenly, searching urgently in his eyes.

"Remember what?"

"past."

"Past? A little bit, but not all."

"what?"

Zhuo Jian didn't quite believe it.

After all, his current animal appearance is not at all like him before he had a fever.

"I just suddenly figured out that my own happiness is the most important thing."

"what?"

"Zhuo Jian, do you remember what I was going to do that night?"

He brushed her messy hair back with his hands and asked her softly.

What was he going to do that night?

Zhuo Jian couldn't remember for a moment.

He suddenly smiled, and put his thin lips close to her ear, softly: "Be you."

Zhuo Jian shuddered all over, and immediately turned to look at him, but he easily held her and smiled at her, which made her hair stand on end.

"Fu Yanye, you really haven't recovered your memory?"

Zhuo Jian asked him cautiously, looking at his sharp-edged facial features so as to see the sinful facial features.

"No."

He seemed to be annoyed, so he replied, then stared at her, bowed his head and kissed her again.

But this time Zhuo Jian hid quickly.

Fu Yanye frowned, and looked into hers again with black eyes: "What do you mean?"

"I reject."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him quickly, then lowered her eyes.

Fu Yanye looked at her, pursed his lips slightly, and then smiled lightly: "I'm used to it."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"Have you spoiled me? I'm so used to not caring about my feelings, forgetting that I am your husband, a husband who can fulfill the obligations of husband and wife."

After he said that, he leaned into his ear again. Is it persecution?tease?Or flirt?

Zhuo Jian turned her face sideways, didn't look at him, and restrained her breathing: "You said that you want to divorce me, you can't say nothing if you have a fever."

"I said more than these, but you only remember these?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice, and continued to move his hands on her shirt.

Zhuo Jian looked down at his slender and sexy fingers pinching her buttons, her heart trembled, and she immediately raised her hand to hold his strong wrist.

Well, as soon as she grasped it, she knew that his strength was too strong, and if he really came, she couldn't help it.

But she can use other methods.

Her pitiful eyes met his looking down at her, "Then what do you want me to remember? Your distrust? Or your flirting?"

"I don't remember being in bed..."

He was in her ear, unhurried, flirtatiously provocative.

One side of Zhuo Jian's face was inexplicably hot, and she thought it must be red.

What time is it, the two of them don't sleep, why are they here?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and gradually she was no longer so afraid of him, he seemed to have regained his senses.

At that time, he was so angry because he thought she was going to elope with Liu Yuntian, but now he is sober?

So teasing her?

Like the night before he got a fever?

Just want to sleep with her?

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, and the look in his eyes became more and more blatant.

But in Fu Yanye's eyes, it drove him crazy.

Almost unable to bear it anymore, he peeled her away.

When she was distracted by his ambiguous hook, she had already undid three buttons of her shirt.

A chill hit her, and she came back to her senses, and then saw her suspenders exposed, raised her hand and pushed him: "Even if it's in marriage, you can't force me."

"I always thought it was sentimentality."

"..."

"It's our special way of communicating."

"Shameless."

Zhuo Jian was so annoyed that she blushed completely.

Fu Yanye smiled, pinched her chin and lifted it lightly, then kissed her again.

It doesn't look like the domineering and rampant look just now, trying to swallow her up, but it seems to be smoothing, smoothing what?The wound on her lip?Or was it his hurtful words just now?

Zhuo Jian's hand went to push his chest, and then he pressed it into his chest again.

This time, in her palm was the temperature of his chest. Gradually, her whole body felt hot.

"Honey, you hurt me."

He suddenly murmured, touching her forehead, his voice full of pain.

He didn't want her not to know his heart.

He wants to let her know his unhappiness and his pain.

Zhuo Jian was breathing hard, she had the illusion that he was really hurt.

Just because she left when he had a fever?

He didn't know that she also took care of him all night?

In fact, if Wang Yue hadn't gone, she wouldn't have left.

But blame Wang Yue?

It's not surprising that two people are about to divorce.

Maybe in the future, she and the Fu family will have such a cold relationship, and they just want to meet and chat because of the child's involvement.

"No matter who stops you in the future, you are not allowed to leave me, huh?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't know why her eyes felt hot, because of dropping those two words?

Why did he say that he seemed so pitiful?

"But we're getting a divorce."

Her hoarse voice lifted.

"I remember something."

"what's up?"

"I once said that there is no divorce in this life, only..."