I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1361 He said, he even called him baby

"Don't wear pajamas."

Fu Yanye held her hand holding the towel, his voice low and deep.

Zhuo Jian looked at him nervously, and wanted to take her hand away from him, but she tried her best and still didn't move.

He held her hand and placed it on his heart forcibly.

Fu Yanye looked at her sadly, and gently stroked her hair with the other hand.

In the past, her hair was long, and it always took about half an hour to take a bath, but now, she came out of it in just ten minutes, and her hair was already half-dried.

Fu Yanye looked at her short hair, and his heart ached again.

"Fu, Fu..."

"Afraid of me?"

Fu Yanye asked her softly.

He could feel her stiffness, her tension, and her effort to be normal.

But she couldn't.

She is afraid of him.

Of course he also knew why.

He brought her back in that way, and she had another person in her heart, worried that he would be bad for that person.

"Don't be afraid, I will never hurt you again."

Fu Yanye touched her face, looking at her with pity and tenderness in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him curiously, "Then, did you often get hurt before?"

She suddenly thought of the forced images that had just appeared in her mind.

Fu Yanye frowned, but soon smiled at her again: "No, I've never been reluctant."

I don't know from which day, he intends to only tell her good things.

In this way, it seemed that it would help her to let go of his heart a little more.

He can no longer make her afraid of him.

He thought, when she regained her memory, she would definitely understand him, white lie?

Fu Yanye smiled and hugged her into his arms.

But Zhuo Jian didn't forget that she was still wearing a bath towel: "No, let me put on my pajamas first."

She lowered her head, not daring to look at him again.

She felt her face was very hot, and she knew that there must be a color on her skin that could not hide her emotions.

"Can I hug you in my pajamas?"

Fu Yanye asked in a hoarse low voice.

His sexy and slender fingers were still quietly touching the skin on the back of her neck, which was already glowing red from his touch, and even a little unusually warm.

"Can you stop...I'm nervous."

Zhuo Jian could hardly breathe when he touched the back of her neck.

Fu Yanye murmured, "Why are you nervous? You don't even know how good you were at flirting before."

"what?"

"Jane, I want you."

His hoarse voice was just enough for her to hear.

In the huge space, something was quietly falling.

Oh, it's her bath towel.

Zhuo Jian was terrified, and when she wanted to catch her, she was picked up from the ground. He looked straight at her: "If you've done it once, you won't be afraid again, huh?"

"No, no!"

She stuttered a little, and leaned against him, afraid that he would see something he shouldn't see.

Fu Yanye put her on the bed, stroked her hair, and said in such an ambiguous low voice: "It's not what?"

"Didn't you say you can wait for me to remember?"

Zhuo Jian asked him nervously.

"At this time and at that time, you have to know how I feel."

He held her hand and kissed it lightly, then put her hand on his chest, and...

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move again, "Don't do this, it's too..."

Perverted.

Fu Yanye pressed her forehead: "Even if you know that you are my wife, do you still resist me like this?"

Zhuo Jian didn't know how to respond to him, she wanted to cover her with a quilt.

Fu Yanye kissed the tip of her nose lightly, and when she avoided kissing her lips, he couldn't help laughing, but then his eyes became more and more sad and sour.

"When he was with you, were you so resistant?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's mind was filled with the time when she and Reese were in prison, and Reese wiped her hands that had eaten fried chicken and said, "Wait until you get better."

Zhuo Jian didn't know how to explain it, and looked away in a blink of an eye, grabbing a bit of fabric on his body with both hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were protruding.

"Hug me, okay? Just a hug."

Fu Yanye's sad voice.

Zhuo Jian wanted to hug him, but she let go of his clothes, but couldn't lift him up.

"Can I put on my pajamas first?"

She murmured.

Fu Yanye smiled slightly, then took a sling from her head and helped her put it on.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He tidied her up casually, barely covering her buttocks.

"is it okay now?"

he said again.

He moved so neatly and quickly that she didn't even have time to think about what he was putting on her.

It clearly felt like a small piece in his hand.

It was a silk suspender nightdress.

It does look small when stacked.

She mustered up the courage to put her arms around his back.

"Mrs. Fu, you didn't hug your husband like this before."

"Then, how do you hug?"

Fu Yanye grabbed her arm again and pulled her hand back.

Zhuo Jian felt the warm body temperature around his waist, and she immediately clenched her hands in fright.

"release."

Fu Yanye let out a low voice.

Zhuo Jian reflexively let go of her hand, and then slowly hugged him on the back. He kissed the corner of her mouth, holding back his breath so as not to scare her, and kissed from the corner of her lips to between her lips, Careful and wild teasing.

Zhuo Jian felt that her breath was about to be taken away, he tightened her waist, and kissed her more and more passionately.

Zhuo Jian wanted to push but couldn't open it, so depressed that she let out a "hum".

"Jane, answer me."

"No, don't, Fu, Fu Yanye..."

He kissed her neck, and sucked it lightly, but kept on going longer and longer.

Zhuo Jian felt as if he was going to leave something there, and his body was so special, finally she could no longer hug him with both hands, but pinched his waist and pushed it out forcefully.

After Fu Yanye heard his name, he finally stopped, his black eyes filled with lust that couldn't go away: "What did you call me?"

"Fu, Fu Yanye."

Her voice was so weak that it was almost indistinct.

Fu Yanye smiled when he heard it, and then held her face and kissed her hard on the lips, "Call again, baby."

"Fu Yanye."

When Zhuo Jian called this name again, a tall figure suddenly appeared in his mind, he oppressed himself, and pushed himself into the boundless darkness, as if he would suffocate her in the next moment.

"Remove the last name."

The force with which he kissed her was finally lightened, and gradually became gentle to the point where he seemed to be comforting her.

It seemed that the fierce person who wanted to swallow her just now was not the person in front of him.

"Yan Ye?"

She whispered the name.

"Hey, it's me."

He rewarded him with a few more kisses, and then looked at her happily.

It was absolutely impossible for her to call him that by his name before.

After other women called her so intimately, she would never call her.

Every time, he was called by his first name directly, and he was not called by these two words when he was killed.

Zhuo Jian's face, neck, and ears were all pink after being kissed by him.

Fu Yanye looked at her so delicate appearance, there was only one thing in his mind, and the blood all over his body was also eager to move.

"You used to call me Brother Yanye."

"Brother Yan Ye?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, she just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was over for him and he was going to let her go.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed, with anticipation for the future in his eyes.

"What else did I call you?"

Zhuo Jian asked again, and she always felt that his smiling eyes were not as simple as he said.

"Also called, baby."