"Zhuo Jian!"
"Fu Yanye, I came..."
"I just wanted you to hold me, how is that so difficult?"
Fu Yanye said this and directly embraced her, overwhelming her.
Zhuo Jian lay on the pillow, looking at the man with deep dark eyes in front of her, unable to stop her heartbeat from quickening.
Fu Yanye leaned down to kiss her, but sensing she might not like it, he shifted to her neck instead.
The two of them used the same shower gel, which smelled exceptionally tempting.
Before long, he was gasping for breath as he lay on her neck, his voice deep with impatience, "You'll be the death of me one day."
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.
Why was it that he would be the one to die because of her?
Maybe she would die first.
He was so strong and fit, it wasn't easy for him to die.
Zhuo Jian dared not move, her hands tightly grasping the bedsheet beneath her.
"I didn't sleep all night, will you stay with me?"
Fu Yanye, knowing she wouldn't coax him, asked her softly again.
