I don't deserve your love

How can you not care?

Why are you not in a hurry?

He has been a patient all his life and has become squeamish, and he is unwilling to cooperate with others even when taking medicine.

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At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, Zhuo Jian quietly entered the ward building, greeted the medical staff and inquired about his condition, and after confirming that it was just a simple fever, she quietly walked to the ward.

The reason why she came so late was that she didn't want him to know that she had been here.

She wanted to take a look at him quietly, and when she saw him fall asleep, she would leave.

but……

She found that the small lights were on in the ward, and there was no one in the bed.

She opened the door and went in, then looked away nervously, but he was not there.

He slipped away quietly?

The surrounding area was terribly quiet, she knew that he didn't like injections or being hospitalized, but what if he got dizzy with a fever?

"Looking for me?"

Suddenly there was a deep voice behind her, smelling like smoke, and she turned her head reflexively.

Fu Yanye glanced at her with dark eyes, and said while walking around her, "It's a bit annoying, I went to smoke a cigarette."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's mouth moved, and she wanted to blurt out several times that she was just passing by, but thinking that the door of the house was a bit far from here, she held back again, and just watched him walk to the edge of the bed, turn around, and then sit on the edge of the bed with his hands propped up. On the side, he suddenly raised his head, and his eyes shot straight at her.

It was so sharp, and it hurt her heart so much.

"What do you want from me? Warn me not to go back to the old house to touch my son these days?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head, thought for a long time, and wanted to say yes, but felt that he might be hurt.

She habitually put her hands behind her back again, gently scratched the door frame, lowered her head and murmured: "I just came to see, I'm leaving."

"Zhuo Jian!"

As soon as she turned around, a voice called her name from behind her.

She stopped, as if something opened its bloody mouth to swallow her whole.

"Aren't you going to give me a reasonable explanation?"

Fu Yanye held the hand on the edge of the bed hard, but got up in the next second.

Zhuo Jian felt that something was about to jump out of her heart, and the tip of her nose was sweating slightly. She already regretted coming here.

But who would have thought that he should go to bed in the middle of the night, but he went out to smoke.

"You found the hospital so late, don't you have anything to say to me?"

Fu Yanye suddenly stood behind her.

Zhuo Jian felt numbness in her back, until his hot body covered her, she raised her head sadly, and pressed against the door panel even more.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye held her shoulder with his hand, and then slowly exerted force.

Zhuo Jian turned around subconsciously, trying to push him, but he held her hand above her head before she could touch him.

She leaned against the door panel and looked at him, watching his dark eyes looking down at her with some resentment.

"Why did you come to me so late? Do you still care about me?"

Fu Yanye pressed her forehead, and there was still a faint smell of smoke and threats in his breath.

"You, you first, let me go."

She felt that her hands were about to cramp, and her posture was so ambiguous.

Fu Yanye whispered, stubbornly, "Tell me why you came here first?"

His knee gently pressed against hers, and the breath in his thin lips teased her intentionally or unintentionally.

Zhuo Jian was so depressed that she could hardly breathe, she pressed her eyes and didn't dare to move, she just felt that her heart and lungs were getting hotter and hotter, as if she had been scalded by the boiling hot water that had just boiled on the stove.

"I regret."

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes, looked into his dark black eyes and said.

His hand gradually pinched her chin, and he hated her saying she regretted it the most.

"What do you regret? Regret to see your ex-husband, or regret that you ever loved me?"

"All."

Zhuo Jian's crystal clear eyes carried her unique persistence.

Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing after hearing all the sound, but the next moment he squeezed her jaw harder to make her look up, and then slowly sucked her thin lips with the smell of smoke on her lips. kiss up.

Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe for a long time, and only gasped when she was about to suffocate, but suddenly she tasted a faint smell of tobacco on the tip of her tongue, and Fu Yanye's kiss began to get deeper and deeper.

"You know what I hate the most, and you hate me very much, but what should I do? I fucking want to fuck you."

After Fu Yanye kissed her, he still didn't want to let her go, and forced her to stand against the wall, unable to move, and the voice he squeezed out of his teeth was even more deterrent.

Zhuo Jian's eyes slowly lifted up, "But you are not qualified."

Fu Yanye's black eyes stared straight at her.

"We're divorced, ex-husband."

From Zhuo Jian's words, it was as if someone had stabbed him several times in the heart.

"Can I leave now?"

Seeing that he had stopped talking, Zhuo Jian stubbornly stared at him and asked again.

Fu Yanye suddenly smiled, looked at her swollen lips from his kiss, pinched her jaw again to enclose her red lips, and then...

"Ok!"

Soon, the smell of blood made Zhuo Jian frowned.

He wanted to bite her, and he did.

She put her hand on his heart and tried to push him away, but she didn't dare to move at the moment of being bitten, because the farther he was, the more painful the bite would be.

Fu Yanye felt that she was in so much pain that she wanted to stomp her feet before letting go, and then looked at the blood on her lips with a smile between her dark black eyes, and when she looked at her eyes again, her eyes became more evil, and asked her: " Don't you need to record the program tomorrow? It seems like there is no way to record it like this."

"you……"

"Still so squeamish."

After wiping the blood on her lips, he didn't let go immediately, but pressed there and looked at her and asked, "Do you want to taste the taste of your own blood.

"..."

Zhuo Jian's face turned red and white all of a sudden.

He put his hand on her lips and asked that sentence, she knew exactly what that meant.

She didn't even know what his evil intentions were, but she just pushed him hard with both hands.

She swears that if she visits him with sympathy because he is sick or something, she will be a pig.

But she couldn't push him, his legs were still attached to hers, and he didn't move, his black eyes suddenly became gloomy looking at her, and suddenly he held her wrists firmly again, seeing her frightened. His low and deep voice reminded her: "Zhuo Jian, you are the one who provoked me this time."

"Let go of me, you bastard."

Zhuo Jian was out of breath and didn't dare to look at him anymore.

But Fu Yanye suddenly kissed her again, on her lips, on her ears, and on her slender neck.

She probably didn't wear perfume, the smell was the one he was most familiar with.

Fu Yanye couldn't help hugging her as he kissed her.

As soon as Zhuo Jian's feet left the ground, he subconsciously put his arms around him, "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

Fu Yanye asked, then turned around and walked towards the bed while holding her.

"We are already divorced."

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and saw the neat bed and immediately reminded him in panic.

Fu Yanye asked: "Really?"