"When you are unreasonable, I hold you, kiss you, and make you cry and beg for mercy."

He looked at her, every word clear and unquestionable.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him in disbelief.

Then, my heart beat like thunder.

How could he do this?

Still want her to cry?

He He......

Isn't this the Fu Yanye from before?

I just love to make her angry, and then make her surrender, in the most primitive way.

Zhuo Jian wanted to retreat.

But his hold on her arms was so firm and unbreakable.

"Are you scared?"

Fu Yanye looked at her frightened look and asked her softly.

Zhuo Jian came to his senses and pushed him hard again.

Fu Yanye suddenly lowered his head.

Zhuo Jian: "Fu...um."

No words came out, he blocked all her angry words back into his mouth.

He held her face, kissed her lips, and then sucked her little by little.

He felt that he must have been unable to love her in his previous life, otherwise why would he be so obsessed with kissing her lips?

Or maybe he likes more than just her lips.

Zhuo Jian struggled with both hands and pressed them up against his chest.

Why did he kiss me all of a sudden?

Not only did he kiss her, he even held her lips in his mouth too much and then bit her.

"snort."

She groaned in pain and did not dare to push him with her hands, but held him gently.

Fu Yanye's narrow phoenix eyes narrowed, looking at her in pain, and then he slowly let go. Seeing that blood was coming out of her lips, he sucked gently again.

He thought that he might have loved her very much.

That kind of love is something that he cannot understand or even accept now.

Is that the kind of love in fairy tales?

Did he have it too?

But she is so delicate and soft, if it is not in a fairy tale, how can she be there.

Fu Yanye felt that she was so easy to bully that he couldn't help but want to change places.

Why are they in the bathroom?

They should be on the spacious bed upstairs.

He wanted to kiss her properly and then...

"pain."

Finally, she hummed a soft word.

Fu Yanye had to stop kissing her. He held her face in his hands and slowly looked at her clearly, "Where does it hurt?"

"abdomen."

Zhuo Jian continued to be weak.

Fu Yanye saw that her face was red, and after listening to her words, he looked at her belly, still breathing uncontrollably.

"Do I need to go to the hospital?"

he asked while controlling his breathing.

Zhuo Jian reluctantly snorted: "No need, but you need to rest."

After she finished speaking, her face, which was already red, felt as if it had been roasted by a stove, it was so hot.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye suddenly understood what was going on. He unconsciously pressed her forehead against hers and rubbed it gently, laughing, "Do you know what I mean now?"

Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was thinking, but she knew that he was thinking again.

In her current situation, it was of course better to be careful and just whisper: "I'm hungry."

"Zhuo Jian, everything I said to you is true, don't ignore it, okay?"

Fu Yanye's hand gently touched the edge of her ear and asked her.

"Sometimes, the truth hurts more."

Zhuo Jian replied.

Fu Yanye left her slightly and looked at her with dark eyes, "But I don't want there to be any misunderstanding between us."

Zhuo Jian took his hand on her face. "Can we finish the meal first and then talk?"
Chapter completed!