He looked at her tiny legs and turned around irritably: "You are not allowed to dress like this!"

Zhuo Jian felt like it was pitch black in front of him.

"Can I do what you said, and we can get divorced?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"The people you like are people you know from grandparents. They see that your relationship is stable, and they will naturally agree if they feel at ease."

Fu Yanye said again, but he didn't look at her.

Zhuo Jian lowered his head: "Okay!"

Fu Yanye then looked at her again, then reached out and said, "Get up!"

Zhuo Jian climbed up along the wall, but saw his hand but didn't want to put it inside.

But his hand still grabbed her arm.

Zhuo Jian felt that he wanted to crush her bones and wanted to resist, but he was pressed against the wall again after he twisted.

She closed her eyes so scared that she closed her eyes tightly. There was a layer of mist on her long, tight eyelashes. He breathed on her face with alcohol, and said with extreme restraint: "Don't force me again!"

Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say.

"Open your eyes and look at me."

Fu Yanye looked at her tearful mouth, and suddenly there was insufficient blood supply to the brain and ordered.

Zhuo Jian slowly opened his eyes, but he didn't dare to look at him, but the more she didn't look at him, the more irritated he became. Finally, he tied her firmly against the wall and kissed him hard.

Zhuo Jian cried in fear, but when he sighed, he had the opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

The man's strength was so strong that she could not open it. As soon as her hands reached his heart, he grabbed it firmly and pressed it against his head. The kiss was even bitten, as if she wanted to expose her into her belly.

He couldn't even stand the kiss like this, but when he held her tears in his mouth, he had to slow down.

He never thought of treating her like this.

But since he kissed her once, he often thought of her lips and her thin but warm little body.

He even longs for more.

He had a cleanliness obsessed with it, and he had never fantasized about being with other women.

Fu Yanye looked at the tears flowing from her face, and couldn't help but whisper: "Does it hurt?"

Zhuo Jian heard his voice, but he sniffed pitifully without saying a word.

Fu Yanye let go of one of her hands and wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, but the blood came out a little more after it was wiped clean. He repeated several times, and suddenly he whispered again when she wanted to dodge: "Don't move."

Before Zhuo Jian could react, he had blocked her lips again, this time, sucking.

Zhuo Jian's heartbeat missed half a beat.

What is he doing?

While saying that he would introduce her to Su Bai, he kept kissing her?

Zhuo Jian's mind was in a mess. He wanted to push him but couldn't push him away. His strong chest was firmly stuck to her, as if he was about to push her into the wall.

There was no one outside, and the entire corridor was empty.

And in the room, there were only ambiguous kissing sounds.

She didn't resist anymore, she couldn't resist.

He began to gently taste the smell between her lips and teeth as if he was coaxing a child.

Zhuo Jian was afraid that he would fall into it, and his kiss was magical, which made her want to respond.

But she couldn't respond because she couldn't explain it clearly as soon as she responded.

He finally let go of her and saw that her lips were no longer bleeding. Although it was a little swollen, his eyes showed a satisfied attitude.

He wiped her saliva from unknown to anyone's mouth and held her hand: "Send you home."
Chapter completed!