"Where is it cold?"

She raised her head in a daze and saw that he seemed to be uncomfortable, so she got up a little.

"It's so cold here."

"here?"

Zhuo Jian saw that the place he was rubbing was his chest.

"Well, it's so cold here, please help me cover it up."

His breath smelling of alcohol was on her body, but his hands were already unbuttoning his shirt sleeves.

Zhuo Jian lay back in his arms and gently placed her hand on his chest: "Is it here?"

"Well, you rub it."

"Um."

In the huge living room, it was so quiet that they could hear each other's heartbeats.

Zhuo Jian felt that his chest was a little cold, so she warmed him gently.

It was like traveling back in time, they never had that hatred, it was like they were back after Christmas that year.

He went abroad to find her, and the two of them stayed on the sofa like this and didn't have to leave all night.

There were tears streaming down the corners of her eyes. Those precious memories had been sealed away for too long.

Ever since she felt that she would never find the Fu Yanye she had before, she had buried those warm and sweet memories.

She could call him husband with a silly smile, and ride on him like a little princess and act coquettishly with him.

I really hope that after tonight, they can go back to the way they were that day.

He went to great lengths to find her, without any excuse that he was going to work.

He just wanted to see her, he just missed her.

There were her tears on his chest, but she didn't notice.

"Wife."

He whispered again.

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian held his chest, her tired wrists ached, and she felt sleepy.

"Does your heart still hurt?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's originally furrowed eyelashes slowly opened, her eyes as clear as the stars in the dark night.

"I'll rub it for you too."

"Fu..."

"Shh."

He pressed his forehead against hers and stopped letting her speak.

He kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her fragrant lips. He couldn't help but suck a little more, and then slowly moved up her neck, all the way to her heart.

Her clothes, which had already been messed up by him, were unbuttoned by him again.

"Fu Yanye, how can you unbutton your clothes so quickly when you're drunk?"

"Hmm."

He smiled, and then saw his thoughts day and night, and looked up at her, "Baby, your husband is drunk, not wise."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He soon stopped smiling so playfully, staring intently at her heart, and kissed her skin gently with his lips.

He still remembered that time when she was drunk and said she was in pain.

He should really treat her well.

All he could think of was her crying like a silly child, saying she was in pain, saying he didn't want her anymore, but she loved him the most.

He kissed her softly until he felt her holding him in her arms.

He lay there listening to her heartbeat and whispered: "Does it still hurt?"

She was speechless and just shook her head.

Fu Yanye came to her and looked at her with drunken black eyes, "I won't let you hurt again, okay?"

"Um."

She nodded and forgot everything.

I just feel that this moment is even more precious.

She suddenly threw herself into his arms, and then hugged his back tightly with her slender arms, "Fu Yanye, I love you, I love you very much."

"real?"

Fu Yanye suddenly held her face.

Her eyes were filled with tears, and he was no better.

Zhuo Jian sniffed and nodded stupidly.

"How do you fall in love? Prove it to me."
Chapter completed!