"Husband!"
Zhuo Jian immediately cried out the two words.
Fu Yanye's action of unbuckling his belt halted, and he returned to her, gently caressing her face as he murmured, "Say it again."
"Husband!"
Zhuo Jian's heart was crying; this was so forceful.
Suddenly, Fu Yanye's heart softened completely. He moved her hand away to kiss her eyebrows and lips.
Zhuo Jian, frightened, whimpered, trying to push him away, but Fu Yanye intertwined their hands on the couch, his kisses unceasing on her skin.
Zhuo Jian felt a bit dizzy and couldn't help wanting to call out to him, but before she could utter a word, he suddenly captured her lips with his, "Call out once more."
"Fu Yanye... ah, husband."
A sharp pain in her skin, Zhuo Jian obediently called out that word.
"Good girl!"
Fu Yanye continued kissing her while satisfyingly praising her.
Zhuo Jian felt like he was treating her like a child, thinking she would do anything just because he called her "good girl"?
