Fu Yanye looked at her suddenly nervous appearance in the mirror and asked in surprise, "What's wrong?"
Zhuo Jian looked up, meeting his gaze in the mirror, and asked, "Why are you touching my lower abdomen?"
Fu Yanye looked into her sharp eyes, then looked down at the lower abdomen he was holding, unconsciously frowning, "Is it strange?"
"You used to like to hold higher up."
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
Fu Yanye felt her seriousness and laughed unconsciously, then kissed her neckline again. Her pajama fabric was very smooth, and it slipped down to his arm when he touched it lightly. He lowered his gaze and saw the bite marks left from last night, feeling guilty, he looked up at the mirror.
Zhuo Jian leisurely brushed her teeth while watching him too.
Between them, many things were left unfinished, and this was no exception.
Zhuo Jian thought so in the face of his silence.
Soon the toothbrush ran out of power, and she stopped, but her clear eyes still stared directly at him.
