I don't deserve your love

What is here or a bedroom?

Did she promise him?

Did he want to be indifferent like that night again?

But he didn't look that bad. Ever since he signed the agreement, she felt soft in her heart, and she couldn't think too bad of him.

Will he act willfully again tonight?

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and thought about it, suddenly her heart broke, and she kept a distance from him.

Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes. Before he became more and more powerful and ignored him, Zhuo Jian raised his hand and held his face: "You should ask for my consent."

"Do you agree?"

Fu Yanye asked her as she said.

Of course, he knew in his heart that it was impossible for her to agree.

"I disagree."

Sure enough, she did that.

I also felt that it was unnecessary, and I almost couldn't help laughing.

But in the end, under his dissatisfied eyes, she still lowered her eyes in a low-key manner, and her voice lost the confidence just now, and she only murmured: "If you want to repair the relationship with me, you should at least respect me. After I agree Again……"

"I'm afraid you want me to wait until the end of time."

Fu Yanye covered her lips again, reminded with a low hoarse voice after asking, and then continued to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian was dazzled and wanted to speak, but every time he was about to speak, he took her voice away.

Finally she was lifted up and picked up.

Fu Yanye looked up at her: "Hold me, I don't care if I fall."

He gestured to let go, and Zhuo Jian immediately conditioned her two long legs to hang around his waist tightly.

"Fu Yanye, why aren't you shy at all?"

Zhuo Jian hung on him, couldn't help but looked at him and muttered something.

Without squinting at Fu Yanye, he led her back to the bedroom.

shy?

He is shy.

But if you're shy, don't you want her?

the answer is negative.

He wants to conquer her, wants her to be happy under him like a kitten.

To hell with all those bloody shames.

"You can't remember anything now, we broke up once."

She still spoke softly and looked at him helplessly.

She was talking to him, but also to herself.

If he remembered that they broke up so much that they wanted to divorce, and hated each other so much that they didn't want to make each other feel better, would he regret that he still misses her today after thinking about those things?

When he arrived in the bedroom, he hugged her with one hand, and when he closed the door, he leaned against her on the cabinet by the wall, his forehead against her forehead, and asked her in a low voice: "There must be a lot of misunderstandings, right?"

Zhuo Jian burst into tears and suddenly didn't know how to describe their relationship.

Surely there have been many misunderstandings?

She couldn't remember, but she only remembered that he must have hated her too.

Has anyone told him that he once chose Lin Ruxiang between Lin Ruxiang and Cheng Cheng?

Fu Yanye's lips gently pressed against hers, kissing her lightly.

He didn't want to torture her like last time, he wanted to be as gentle as possible.

But Zhuo Jian suddenly pushed him away, "Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

He responded with a hoarse voice, and continued to search for her fragrant skin.

Zhuo Jian looked away sadly, and asked him, "Why did you suddenly sign that kind of agreement with me?"

"I want you."

The most straightforward statement from a man.

"It really is Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian couldn't help muttering.

Fu Yanye smiled wryly, kissed her on the cheek, and continued: "Strictly speaking, I need to give you a reassurance."

"..."

Reassurance?

protocol?

"He said that son is your biggest worry, reminded me of something, so I made this agreement."

Fu Yanye continued, and continued to enjoy his right to be a husband and kiss his wife.

Zhuo Jian felt that she should express her gratitude to Yan Zheng, after all, it was Yan Zheng who brought him up to make her have this agreement.

Fu Yanye looked down at her pajamas, held his breath for a long time and couldn't put it down, then raised his black eyes to look at her, "Go to bed, is it okay?"

"..."

"I was afraid you would be uncomfortable here."

"..."

Do you still know whether she is comfortable or not?

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye couldn't wait for her answer. He didn't know if the ingredients in the medicine Fu Yanqing gave him were still in the body and hadn't been completely removed. In short, he really wanted it now.

"My leg hurts."

Zhuo Jian said that on purpose.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

Only the bedside lamp was on in the room, and the door was a little dark, but it was enough for them to see the look in each other's eyes clearly.

Zhuo Jian said: "I have been wearing high heels for a while today, and my legs hurt like hell."

Her tone was soft and soft, stating a fact.

It was difficult to untie Fu Yanye's frown.

"Well, the leg hurts too much to satisfy your husband."

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, wanting to test him maliciously.

So she sat by the bed and watched Fu Yanye come out of the bathroom with a basin of water.

The strong smell of medicine made his brows wrinkle into Sichuan characters.

Zhuo Jian supported the edge of the bed with both hands, watching him put the foot soaking bucket in front of her, then held her calf with warm hands, and put her feet in the foot soaking bucket with just the right temperature of water.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, at his patient and gentle appearance at the moment.

Fu Yanye squatted there, with his cuffs rolled up, his hands in the water massaging her ankles, without looking sideways, he just told her, "I should be moving a small bench for me."

"Ok?"

"dedicated."

Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Are you comfortable?"

Fu Yanye pressed it for a while, looked up at her and asked.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled just by looking at him, but she was still able to nod her head, "Yeah."

"After that, I'll press it for you every day."

Fu Yanye said.

"But you don't like the smell of Chinese medicine."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

"There are many things I don't like, but as long as it's your thing, I can try to do it."

Fu Yanye continued to express his loyalty unhurriedly.

Zhuo Jian listened, turned her head quickly, and then said: "Only massage, no need to accompany the bed."

"Ok?"

"Later you go to sleep in your guest bedroom."

"..."

Fu Yanye gasped, he had never seen such a bully.

But why, he obviously wanted to be angry, but there was nothing he could do.

He continued to lower his head, held her ankles with both hands, and ran up while pressing them.

Zhuo Jian felt hot all over when she found out, and immediately took his hand that was about to touch her knee: "Boss Fu."

"Your request is too much. I even signed the unequal agreement."

"But it hasn't taken effect yet."

"It has taken effect, and it will take effect the moment I sign it."

"not enough."

Zhuo Jian continued.

Fu Yanye took a deep breath, had to take his hand out of the water, half kneeled in front of her and asked her, "How is it enough?"

"Well, can you think of anything?"

"if not?"

"Let the whole world know that you voluntarily signed this agreement with me, and you will never regret it."

"Any more?"

Fu Yanye was dissatisfied and said provocatively.

"Anything else? Then add one more."

"..."