I don't deserve your love

Chapter 381 Why Don't You Ask Me If I Love You?

"It's not like you haven't seen it."

Zhuo Jian was embarrassed, covered her eyes and said.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes, kissed her thin shoulders lightly, and took away her hand covering her eyes, "You've learned how to cover your ears and steal your bell."

Zhuo Jian had no face to look at him, and turned her head: "Stop making trouble, I'm cold."

Fu Yanye glanced down until he saw her wound, and couldn't bear to cover them with a quilt.

But immediately stuck to her side again.

The moment the quilt was placed on her body, her heart felt a lot more at ease.

Fu Yanye kissed her shoulder lightly, bit by bit to the edge of her wound, and with his warm fingertips, he uncovered what she had stuck to the wound.

Zhuo Jian was numb all over from his kiss, and when she felt that he wanted to see her wound, she raised her hand to cover her wound: "No."

Fu Yanye held her hand and put it back, his black eyes looked at the long scar, and his thin lips kissed her lightly on the scar.

Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot and she closed her eyes.

Fu Yanye's thin lips stayed there for a long time, very light.

Zhuo Jian looked down at him and said softly, "Fu Yanye."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but kissed her again, but not as tenderly as before.

"Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian cried again anxiously.

His kiss left her belly, and came back to her eyes again, his black eyes looked at her deeply: "Tell me, did you think about me at that time, even if it was just for a moment."

He almost lost her again.

He still couldn't accept the fact.

Zhuo Jian sighed softly, looked at his dark eyes, raised her hand to caress his black hair: "Yes."

"Really?"

His voice was hoarse, uncertainly wanting affirmation.

"Well, the only person I thought of before I fainted was you."

Even though she wanted to escape so much, at that time, she couldn't think of anyone else.

Even son.

Hearing this sentence, Fu Yanye suddenly had something bright in his eyes, and the breath between his thin lips was hot, and it slowly landed on her lips again.

"Zhuo Jian, you love me."

After Fu Yanye kissed her lightly, he whispered against her forehead.

She loves him.

She already knew it.

Zhuo Jian didn't let go of him, but closed her eyes silently.

"Wife?"

For a long time, in the lonely space, his low voice was heard again.

Zhuo Jian was a little confused when he called her, "Huh?"

"Why don't you ask me?"

"what?"

"I love you or not."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and the hand in his black hair did not leave, but he couldn't say anything for a long while.

Fu Yanye's breath was hot, spraying between her nose and lips, and her lips gently kissed the tip of her nose.

Zhuo Jian opened her mouth, finally moistened her throat, and said in a low voice, "Go and bring your son to sleep together."

"Just, can't, two people?"

Fu Yanye asked her reluctantly.

"We agreed to live together."

Zhuo Jian murmured.

Hearing her low voice with emotion, Fu Yanye raised his head to look at her reluctantly.

When he saw her tender and resentful eyes, his heart softened, and he kissed her again, "I'll go hug him."

Zhuo Jian didn't move anymore, but he got up gradually, and the two people in the bed were completely naked, and he lowered his eyes...

A gust of wind poured into the bed, which was lukewarm but burned.

Zhuo Jian immediately pulled the quilt back hard.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye returned to her eyes again, looking at her with lustful black eyes.

Zhuo Jian blushed, let go of the side, and urged in a low voice: "Go quickly."

Fu Yanye was still willing to go, as if doing a plank, with one hand supporting her side, and the other pinching her chin that was so softly hit by the light, and covering her thin lips again.

Zhuo Jian couldn't get up at a stretch.

His kiss was more lustful than any other time these days.

"I'll return soon."

It's just that there is no trace of this kiss.

Just try it.

He found a nightgown, put it on, and left quickly.

Zhuo Jian lay there, and couldn't help touching her heart after seeing him go out.

He can't do anything else well, but he is very serious about this matter.

After he left, she hurriedly got up to look for her pajamas. She got up too quickly and her wound still hurt a little, but she quickly stabilized and then went to open the cupboard door. There were so many pajamas inside that it made her picky, but soon she never I casually took a set from the pajamas suit and changed into it.

By the time Fu Yanye went upstairs with Chengcheng in her arms, she had already changed and picked up the bath towels and put them in the laundry basket in the bathroom.

Fu Yanye looked at her lying on the side in disappointment, but thinking about the fact that there was another kid on the bed, that was the only way to go.

"It's pretty quick."

Fu Yanye looked at her and said.

Zhuo Jian didn't reply to him, but just glanced at her precious son.

Chengcheng was already sleepy, and when she saw her, she immediately rolled to her side, and quickly found her favorite position with her hands.

Fu Yanye: "..."

Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked up at him, and seeing that he was really angry, she raised her hand and made a shush gesture on her lips, prohibiting him from talking nonsense.

Fu Yanye knelt on the bed and whispered, "Don't let him touch your wound."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian softly agreed.

Cheng Cheng quickly fell asleep in her arms, and Zhuo Jian stroked his little head, feeling more and more comfortable.

Fu Yanye's deep black eyes looked at her gentle eyes when she looked at her son, unconsciously a little jealous, but also a little happy.

He likes being so gentle and gentle, Zhuo Jian.

She was supposed to be like this, but...

Fu Yanye remembered something, and his eyes gradually brought self-blame.

Zhuo Jian was uncomfortable being stared at by him, she raised her eyes and looked at him: "You can look at your son more."

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes obediently, this kid is really, really annoying.

Zhuo Jian remembered that when Cheng Cheng was first born, it was such a small one, it was only less than a year old, but it was already so long, and it still called Mom and Dad.

She lowered her head and gently kissed Cheng Cheng's head.

Fu Yanye frowned, wanted to laugh, but felt depressed.

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In the middle of the night, it was raining lightly outside.

Zhuo Jian felt movement beside her, and because Cheng Cheng was there, she thought it was Cheng Cheng, so she opened her eyes.

But he saw the person next to Chengcheng carrying Chengcheng to him.

Fu Yanye was very gentle in fear of disturbing her.

Chengcheng was not disturbed either, she stretched her hands above her head and continued to sleep soundly.

When Zhuo Jian saw him get out of bed, she immediately closed her eyes. Soon, Fu Yanye came from the end of the bed to her back and lifted her up too.

Fu Yanye looked down at her 'asleep' appearance, and his movements were gentler than when he was holding his son. Taking a little space, he lay down behind her, and gently wrapped her around her from behind.

It seemed that at this time, he felt a little bit with her.

Although he was very happy to be able to lie on the same bed and sleep, but being separated by that kid kept him from falling asleep.

Only when you are really by her side, feel her body temperature, and hold her in your arms, can this be called rest.

Zhuo Jian's eyelashes moved, the warmth behind her was familiar and precious.

Yes, it is precious.

In fact, she always knew in her heart that she longed for a little more thoughtfulness and tenderness from him.

Gradually, she fell asleep again, with the people behind her.