"I just washed it with cold water."

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to remind him.

"No, I thought your hands were cold before."

"..."

Fu Yanye looked a little distressed.

Zhuo Jian's hand was almost sweating when he held it, so she quickly pulled it away, "I want to rest."

Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her. He could see that she didn't want to hold hands with him or be too close to him, so he sighed helplessly, "Good night."

"Um."

Zhuo Jian nodded, but after ten seconds he still hadn't left.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him and asked him why he didn't leave yet.

Fu Yanye stared at her, "We used to say good night like this before?"

Are husband and wife so divided?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, her heart moved, and she immediately told him, "Of course not. After all that you did before, you told me that you can get out."

"..."

He really couldn't believe he was so rude.

Looking at her expression again, Fu Yanye finally smiled and asked her again: "What was I doing before?"

"That's it..."

Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped.

After looking at him, I immediately realized that he was asking questions knowingly, turned around and wanted to leave.

But Fu Yanye suddenly stretched out his long arm and stopped her easily. Zhuo Jian turned to look at him: "It's really time to go to sleep."

Fu Yanye didn't move, but put his hand on her waist, and then gradually applied a little more force.

Zhuo Jian felt the force on her waist, and her eyes when she looked at him changed unconsciously, "Fu Yanye, you promised to sleep separately from me."

Fu Yanye smiled helplessly and took her into his arms a little, but not completely. He whispered: "I didn't think so much."

"Then what do you mean now?"

"Want to hug you."

When he said this, he felt like a bit of a gangster.

But he really wanted to hug her.

Zhuo Jian's whole body trembled, and she raised her hand to push his arm away, but the person suddenly came into his arms.

Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her waist tightly with both hands, strangling her in his arms.

"Fu Yanye."

"Don't move, I just want to get some memories back."

Fu Yanye reminded her in a low voice, and then hugged her tighter.

She is so thin that it seems like she is covered in ribs and has no meat at all.

But just because of this, he wanted to hug her even more.

Warmth began to flow in my heart.

His body told him that he liked to hug and get close to this woman, but he had no memory of it at all in his mind. He was a little angry about this and accidentally rubbed her neck. The familiar fragrance made her unconsciously want to sink.

Zhuo Jian opened his hands, not knowing whether to put them down or push him.

She didn't know how long it had passed, but she felt her legs were getting a little cold, and then she whispered again: "Have you remembered?"

He smiled bitterly in disappointment, but it was hard for him to continue holding her like this.

Zhuo Jian felt him gradually let go of her, and looked up at him again, "Maybe you don't want to think about it."

Fu Yanye looked at her in confusion, Zhuo Jian smiled slightly: "Good night, Young Master Ye."

It was as if she had called him that before.

The words "Ye Shao" were deeply remembered in his memory, and his body began to reject them.

"I won't force you to have sex with me until I remember."

Fu Yanye said suddenly.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him in surprise.

"I mean you don't have to worry about me forcing myself on you, I promise I won't, eh?"

In the past few days, he could clearly see his fear and avoidance of her.

He left soon after, and Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

But this night, Zhuo Jian couldn't sleep.
Chapter completed!