I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye really opened his mouth and ate the cake.

It's your birthday, how can you not have a piece of cake?

After seeing him finish eating, Zhuo Jian only thought of four words.

That's it.

"You take a bite too."

As Fu Yanye said, he took the fork in her hand, made some for her, and put it to her mouth.

Zhuo Jian stared at the cake with clear eyes. To be honest, she really liked eating cakes when she was a child, but recently she has no appetite.

She still opened her mouth.

Fu Yanye looked at the white spot on her lips, and wiped her lips lightly with his thumb, but...

"Looks like it wasn't wiped clean."

"Ok?"

Before Zhuo Jian could understand, suddenly his lips that smelled of wine and cake fell on hers again.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

Zhuo Jian heard a sound like thunder, her heart.

but……

It seemed to be thundering outside too.

And he was still kissing her.

Zhuo Jian thought it was definitely a kiss.

Probably because the timing was too good, she didn't have the ability to push him away.

Fu Yanye still had a lot to say but ended the brief kiss and asked her, "Why didn't you resist tonight?"

This surprised him a little, and even fantasized about whether she would take this opportunity to reconcile with him.

Zhuo Jian smiled slightly: "It's your birthday."

Fu Yanye laughed as he listened.

At this time, he was really happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Would you like some more cake?"

Zhuo Jian asked him again, thinking it was okay for her to sit on him all the time.

He held her hand, looked down as he reached for the ring, and asked her, "Where's my birthday present?"

"Ah, yes, it's in my bag, I'll get it for you."

Zhuo Jian thought of his gift, and also thought of a way to leave.

But when she was excitedly going to 'get him a gift', his thin waist was still tightly held in his arms, "I'll carry you there."

"No need, you are the birthday star, as long as you sit still, you wait for me here, and I will come when I go."

Zhuo Jian's hand gently patted his heart, like a feather caressing gently.

Fu Yanye smiled and said, "I can hug if I like."

"..."

For some reason, Zhuo Jian had a very bad premonition.

Shouldn't I be unable to run?

"Fu Yanye."

In the living room, under the bright light, Zhuo Jian weakly called him.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye hadn't let her go yet.

"Actually, I was hurt a little that day."

Zhuo Jian was so delicate, and said softly with a pitiful appearance.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just put her on the sofa, and then controlled her between himself and the sofa, stared at her for a while, then smiled, and asked her in a low voice: "What do you want to say? "

"It hurts everywhere."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and immediately hung down.

There is no doubt that she will look like a shy little woman.

With a dangerous smile in Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes, he said softly, "Then let me check it out for you later. There are medicines for bruises at home, and I will wipe them evenly on every part of your pain."

For the next few words, he deliberately paused, ambiguous.

"that……"

Zhuo Jian only dared to look at him more, and couldn't laugh nervously, and wanted to change the subject but didn't know what to say.

"look at me."

He suddenly pinched her chin, commanding in a sexy voice.

Zhuo Jian could only stare straight at him, lying on his back within the range of his control.

The two of them kept their eyes on each other, Fu Yanye knelt on one knee beside her, with the other long leg tilted to support her, her black eyes were full of gentleness and caution.

"You racked your brains to call me back tonight, you should know that I won't let you go so easily."

His voice was not high, not even cold, but his eyes, his mouth, and his aura all suppressed her so that she could not refute.

Yes, she should have thought of it from the beginning.

She went, or the trouble became more rigid, or it was like this.

Fu Yanye no longer pretended to smirk, and his eyes gradually became a little colder, "Now, give me the gift first, or go to bed first?"

"First, give me a gift?"

Zhuo Jian actually felt that it might not be a good idea to give gifts first.

But she had no better idea.

Fu Yanye pressed her lips with his thumb, then lowered his head and kissed her, and pinched her chin so that she had to open her mouth to meet him.

I don't know how long it took, but before she was about to suffocate, he let go of her, and then looked at her with captivating, dominating eyes, "Where's the gift?"

Zhuo Jian's lips hurt from being kissed, and she couldn't help pursing her lips. After calming down, she looked at him with clear eyes.

For some reason, he suddenly mentioned gifts.

Her mind was spinning so fast that she couldn't keep up at all.

But next to her was her bag. She leaned slightly and grabbed her bag with her hands.

"This gift, it's a bit cheap."

Finally, Zhuo Jian no longer indulged in that long kiss, calmed down, and felt that she had to vaccinate him in advance.

"Ah."

It's not that he can't accept cheap gifts, as long as they are from her.

He sat next to her, stroking her soft hair with his fingers in anticipation.

Zhuo Jian looked at his serious but calm appearance, and didn't care about the feeling of the skin he touched. Knowing that he must be unexpected, she smiled awkwardly, and then continued to remind her loudly: "Although it is not expensive, It's small, but in its world, it's big."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye frowned, confused.

"A nail clipper."

Zhuo Jian found the gift from the bag, took it out after holding it, and presented it in front of his eyes.

Fu Yanye: "..."

He was indeed stunned.

How could this woman be so perfunctory?

She said so much just now, he thought it was some precious little object that he could carry in his pocket so that he could see things and think about others all the time.

It turned out to be a nail clipper?

Fu Yanye frowned: "I don't accept it."

"what?"

"I don't accept gifts from this 'big guy'."

Fu Yanye especially emphasized those two words.

Zhuo Jian was very nervous, and even felt that he was really annoying.

"Then I'll buy you another one?"

She tried to coax him, thinking, take the opportunity to run away and never come back.

"Ah."

He can accept buying a new one.

But he looked into her ghostly eyes, and suddenly pressed her on the sofa: "Or give yourself to me tonight, that's fine."

Zhuo Jian: "I'd better choose a gift that you like first."

How to send it well?

They were both separated, and he still thought about it.

It's okay to think about it, and she doesn't feel that there is anything wrong with the old couple, but he still wants her to give it off.

There are so many problems.

Zhuo Jian still felt that she had no chance to escape, for example...

"Do you want to take a shower first? It's so hot today."

she said delicately.

Fu Yanye frowned, and quickly agreed: "Okay, let's take a bath first."

With his long arms, he easily caught her waist.

The two of them were still pressing on the sofa, Zhuo Jian had to support his shoulders, and reminded: "Why don't I take a bath first, and you go to find ointment, I want to apply some medicine first."

"..."

Fu Yanye regretted that he drank too many drinks tonight.

Originally, he wanted to use alcohol to commit murder, but now he is a little confused, and he can't tell whether her words are true or false.

Zhuo Jian continued to act coquettishly, with a very soft voice: "Okay, I'll lie down on the bed and wait for you after I wash."