Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked calmly.

"not much."

Fu Yanye sat down next to her and rested his head naturally on her shoulder.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and saw a faint look of despair on his face.

The light is warm, so his sadness may be related to the light.

Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes, thinking that he would go to the island tomorrow anyway, so he would just endure it and go there tonight: "Go take a shower and go to bed."

"Will you let me sleep on the bed?"

Fu Yanye raised his arms and hugged her.

"No."

"..."

Fu Yanye listened to her simple words, hugged her and laughed, resting his forehead on her shoulder and burying his face.

Zhuo Jian couldn't see his expression, and didn't know why he was smiling stupidly.

Drunk?

"You are going to try medicine recently and you can't drink alcohol, you know?"

I'm afraid something might happen if he drinks alcohol during the drug trial.

"You don't even care anymore."

Fu Yanye groaned in a low voice.

Yes, she doesn't even care anymore.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and saw the ring the old lady gave her, stroking it gently with her fingers.

"Honey, I'm sleepy."

He continued to murmur.

"Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"wash."

"Can you help me?"

His suppressed whisper was filled with little prayers.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what was going on, and felt a little weak.

"I can not help you."

Zhuo Jian's voice was also a little hoarse unconsciously.

Fu Yanye said nothing, but raised his head and looked at her with doubtful and pitiful eyes.

"I have difficulty moving."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

Fu Yanye suddenly smiled again and lay down on her lap.

"Did she torment you?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian leaned back and looked at the roof and replied to her: "It's not a big deal."

"It made you faint, isn't it?"

Fu Yanye muttered.

Zhuo Jian wanted to see him clearly, but he was lying on her belly and she couldn't see clearly.

She simply lay on the bed and treated it as a close relationship before parting.

This little girl seemed to like Fu Yanye being close to her in her belly, and started to move happily again.

Fu Yanye got up and came to her, looking at her with dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was a little confused when he saw her.

Fu Yanye gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead with his hand and murmured: "The hair has grown longer."

In fact, she looks much gentler with long hair.

It's just that temperamentally, I'm too cold towards him.

"Um."

Looking at him, Zhuo Jian was still very rational.

But he came closer to her little by little.

Zhuo Jian looked at her lips from the corner of his eyes and couldn't help but want to speak, "Fu..."

"Don't say it."

Fu Yanye's pleasant voice interrupted her, and then his thin lips stuck to hers little by little.

Zhuo Jian held his breath and didn't move for a long time.

There was the smell of alcohol on his lips.

Fu Yanye slowly raised his eyes to look at her again and asked her, "Why don't you hide?"

Zhuo Jian almost laughed angrily.

Fu Yanye also laughed, and then kissed her again.

This time was different from before, the nature of the kiss had changed.

But he still stopped himself, "If you don't resist, you agree."

"Um."

Then his lips were covered by her soft and thin hands.

Fu Yanye felt aggrieved and looked at her without knowing why.

"I didn't agree."

Zhuo Jian whispered.

"You agreed."

He kissed the palm of her hand, and then continued to kiss her lips.

"Fu Yanye, you are so drunk."

Zhuo Jian turned his face sideways.
Chapter completed!