I don't deserve your love

But the other party was Fu Yanye.

She leaned back in the seat again, maintaining the posture she had just slept in, "What are you doing?"

"It's all soaked, if you fall asleep like this, you will have a fever tomorrow."

"Ah."

He had just finished speaking when Zhuo Jian sneezed firmly.

Fu Yanye: "..."

Zhuo Jian covered her mouth and nose, but she still felt sorry.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, seeing how tightly she was covering her hand, and raised his hand to hold her wrist.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was going to do, but she just didn't want to let go.

"Stupid."

Fu Yanye looked at her, his voice was low and...

Zhuo Jian's heart was hot, and the illusion that he cared about her came back.

Fu Yanye insisted on taking her hand away, and took out a tissue to wipe her face.

Zhuo Jian huddled in the seat and did not move.

After wiping his mouth, Fu Yanye said, "Fortunately, I didn't have a runny nose, otherwise I would definitely have photographed it."

"What are you filming for?"

She actually thought he would be sick, but he actually wanted to take a picture.

"Post it on the Internet and show those who regard you as a goddess, their goddess is actually a slug."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't expect this person to be so vicious, and the look in his eyes began to be dissatisfied again.

Fu Yanye stared at her for a long time, but couldn't help but look at her lips.

Maybe it's because the warm air in the car is too hot, he even has a little fever, and even wants to forget about it, wants to kiss her.

"I have it."

It's not snot, it's saliva.

I don't know how to spit out saliva when I sneeze.

But she lifted it up, when he was getting closer and closer, so close that he could kiss her in the next second.

Only then did Fu Yanye come back to his senses, he smiled helplessly, but resigned himself to his fate and wiped her hands.

There was disinfectant in the drawer, he sprayed some on her hands, wiped her again, then suddenly raised his eyes to look at her when Zhuo Jian completely put down his guard.

There was no anger in Zhuo Jian's eyes at this moment, but a little childishness of a little girl. He was frantic watching, and suddenly pressed hard on her with the hand holding the alcohol disinfectant.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian closed her eyes reflexively.

The person who originally just wanted to tease her, suddenly the teasing expression on his face disappeared, and the next moment he became serious.

Zhuo Jian was about to curse, but suddenly, her cold mouth was blocked.

He sealed her lips and kissed her tenderly.

Zhuo Jian struggled, trying to push him with both hands, but he held them easily by his shoulders.

He wanted to kiss her, but as soon as he saw her lips and touched her lips, he threw away all his restraint.

Only when I kiss her, kiss until I am satisfied.

Zhuo Jian couldn't get out of the struggle, and she had already run out of strength after tossing and tossing for most of the night.

He just kissed her and let the phone ring over and over again, but he kissed her more and more hard to extricate himself.

Zhuo Jian couldn't breathe well, and couldn't push him away, so he could only hum and beg for mercy.

Fu Yanye just left for a while, but in less than a second, he pressed down lightly again, and again, the kiss became deeper and deeper, but it gave her enough chance to catch her breath.

Even her hands were pulled behind his neck by him.

As if she voluntarily hugged him.

But the hand behind his neck was clenched into a fist, and it didn't stretch out naturally.

The rain outside was getting stronger and stronger, beating the exciting music on the car, so he had to obey his heart.

But he unbuttoned her shirt.

Zhuo Jian's hand could finally rest on his shoulder, and when he kissed her neck, she could finally say, "Fu Yanye, please."

"I just don't want you to get wet."

Fu Yanye said so, but he even kissed her swan neck.

Usually when he wants to kiss here, he just wants to do it.

After being together for so long, how could she not feel his breath when he was thinking about doing this.

She grabbed his hand: "It's okay."

"Afraid that I want you here?"

He stopped the kiss, looked straight at her with his black eyes again, and asked her in a voice hoarse because of lust.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a moment, but she didn't find what she wanted in his eyes, she held his hand tightly again: "I can take it off by myself, but are there any clothes in the car that I can change?"

"No."

"so?"

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, since there is no change of clothes, why not go back to the residence quickly, why take off here?

"wait for me."

He let go of her suddenly, but before he left, he suddenly moved to her lips and kissed her again.

Zhuo Jian leaned against the seat in a daze, and when she opened her eyes, she only watched him open the car door and go out again.

It's raining heavily outside, what is he doing?

She turned around and saw him open the trunk.

He got himself wet, but took a blanket and went to the car.

The blanket was well protected by him, except for the rain on his body, but not enough to make the blanket wet and crackling.

"Take off by yourself?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was like this...

Kind of stupid.

"Go back quickly."

She whispered, took the blanket, but covered it on top of his head, and gently wiped the rain on his head with both hands.

The blanket blocked his face, but her eyes gradually turned red.

After she finished wiping, she realized how rash her actions were, and suddenly she didn't know how to remove the blanket again.

Fu Yanye didn't pull off the blanket immediately either.

At that moment, in the cramped carriage, there seemed to be a strong emotion quietly spreading and exaggerating.

I don't know how long it took, but it was so long that she was about to burst into tears, so she could only turn her head to look at the cold raindrops outside the car.

Only then did Fu Yanye's hand move, and the blanket fell from the top of his head.

He looked at her side face, he saw her wipe away her tears very quickly, and then wiped it twice.

He tried to say something, but his mouth moved, but nothing came out.

"Let's go back."

Her voice was also hoarse, muffled, and she lost her temper.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed.

The blanket was still placed in her arms, "Wipe yourself."

Zhuo Jian didn't wipe it anymore, just wrapped the blanket around her body.

Then lean on the seat and look out the window.

The car went back again, not so fast this time.

However, there was no sound in the carriage anymore.

When he first found her, he even thought he would lose his temper.

Later he thought he was going to have a hearty experience with her in the car.

But in the end, he just sent her to the residence.

When Li Yuqing heard the car parked in the yard, he looked outside in a blink of an eye, but seeing Fu Yanye's figure, he lay still on the bed again.

Fu Yanye got out of the car and walked around to the co-pilot to help her open the car door.

Zhuo Jian fell asleep in a daze, and when she woke up, she saw him standing outside.

Fortunately, the rain has stopped.

She came out of it, a little collapsed.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "I'll take you in."

"No, you go back quickly."

Zhuo Jian agreed, and was about to walk in with her head down.

Fu Yanye held her arm with warm hands, "I'm worried about your complexion."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him incredulously.

worried?