Zuo Jia's cheek was suddenly hot: "yes."
She thought that Fu Rongting would take the next step, but after waiting for a long time, she found that he was still lying on his half of bed. There was no other meaning at all!
"Fu Rongting!"
"What's the matter?"
"Oh, it's OK. Go to bed early."
Zuo Jia was a little discouraged. She turned her back and couldn't help pulling her collar and looking down at her chest.
Before, when he was not married, Fu Rongting would still touch her. He was willing to hold her. How could he not touch her when he got married?
She felt wronged. Should she take the initiative in this matter?
She can't do it.
She sobbed softly and tried to keep her voice down for fear that Fu Rongting would hear her.
But Fu Rongting heard it.
He took Zuojia into his arms and pressed her under his body. In the light of the moonlight, he eagerly kisses Zuojia's lips and fiercely kisses her.
"Jiajia, kiss me!"
Fu Rongting used the tone of command, Zuo Jia subconsciously listened to his words, and gave him a raw response.
But after a moment, she reacted, turned her head and refused to kiss him again.
As she turned her head, Fu Rongting kissed her cheek and her ear: "Jiajia, are you angry? Are you angry that I won't touch you? "
Zuojia was very itchy by his kiss, and the place where the kiss fell aroused layer after layer of shivering.
She once thought that it was very difficult to make love with Fu Rongting, but now she found that it was an involuntary thing.
She was even more aggrieved, and felt that she was very shameful. Fu Rongting touched her a little, and she obeyed.
Fu Rongting's breath was unsteady. He tried to restrain himself. He gently held Zuo Jia in his arms, touched her delicate face with his fingers, and asked her, "Jia Jia, do you still like that person? Can you accept me? "
Zuo Jia was so stiff that he didn't know how to answer this question.
In fact, she hasn't thought of louziling for a long time.
Recently, her life is all about Fu Rongting. He is also the one who sleeps beside her every day. Louziling has gradually faded from her memory.
But she can't forget him so soon. The pain of losing him still lingers in her heart.
She doesn't want to cheat Fu Rongting, but now she can't tell the truth in Fu Rongting's arms.
If she doesn't speak, Fu Rongting already knows the answer.
He released his hand and covered Zuojia with a quilt: "sleep!"
Zuo Jia suddenly feels as if he is cruel. What did Fu Rongting do wrong? Should he be punished like this?
It's all her fault.
Zuo Jia feels guilty and wants to hold Fu Rongting, but she feels that she is not qualified to hold him. She still has another person in her heart. It's unfair to him to hold him again.
She did not know when she fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, she found herself in Fu Rongting's arms.
How did you sleep in his arms?
Zuo Jia opened his eyes and raised his head slightly. He could clearly see Fu Rongting's long eyelashes and well-defined chin.
She hasn't looked at him carefully!
He looks so good!
Zuo Jia stretched out his finger and touched his eyelashes. Seeing that he didn't wake up, he couldn't help touching his chin.
He has a short beard. It's a little tight, but it's fun.
There is such a difference between men and women. Fu Rongting shaves every day. Zuo Jia always thinks that he is the most handsome in the morning when he shaves.
But now, he doesn't shave and looks very handsome.
Like a sleeping prince, waiting for the princess to wake him up.
Zuo Jia secretly smiles. It seems that she accidentally turns the hero and heroine of the fairy tale upside down.
Fu Rongting suddenly moves. Zuo Jia is so scared that he closes his eyes and pretends to sleep.
Then a soft kiss fell on her lips.
Last night when she was kissing, Zuo Jia was flustered and didn't feel too deeply.
But today's kiss, she really felt the warmth and softness of Fu Rongting's lips, her senses were magnified countless times, surrounded by Fu Rongting's fiery breath.
He did not go deep, just gave her a kiss, and then called her name low: "Jiajia, do you like me to kiss you?"
Zuo Jia knows that he failed to pretend to sleep. He should have been awake long ago, but he deliberately lied to her!
"Fu Rongting!"
Fu Rongting put his finger on Zuojia's lip and pressed it gently: "don't call it brother. It's nice to call brother when you were a child. I like it very much."
Originally, the word "brother" is nothing, but it can be said by Fu Rongting, which makes us feel more ambiguous.
Zuo Jia is embarrassed to call at all. She blushes, droops her eyes, bites her lips and refuses to speak.
Fu Rongting went up and slowly sucked her lips, saved her ruddy lips from her teeth, and gently kissed her."Jiajia, do you like it? If you don't like it, just tell me. I won't do it in the future. "
Kiss feeling happy and sweet, Zuo Jia is a little like, but she is embarrassed to say.
She just bashfully took the initiative to kiss Fu Rongting, saying that she liked it.
Fu Rongting was encouraged, deep and shallow sucking left Jia's lips, hands will hold her tightly.
By the end of the good morning kiss, Zuo Jia's face was as bright as the morning glow.
She was pulled out of bed by Fu Rongting, and he took her to the bathroom.
He hugged her and wanted to brush his teeth close to her.
After washing, Fu Rongting takes a towel to wipe Zuojia's face. Halfway through it, he leans down to kiss her. Zuojia is so dizzy that he doesn't know when to hold her and cuddle up with him.
Fu Rongting has restrained himself for a long time. Since Zuo Jia doesn't exclude him, he wants to hold Zuo Jia from morning till night.
She's warm and soft, and her voice is very sweet.
After kissing for a while, Fu Rongting held Zuo Jia's face and asked her in a low voice, "Jia Jia, do you like me? Even a little bit, is there? "
Zuo Jia doesn't know whether she likes it or not. She has become increasingly dependent on Fu Rongting.
When he kisses her, her heart beats so fast that it almost jumps out of her chest.
Zuo Jia doesn't speak. Fu Rongting lowers his head again, looks for her lips and kisses her from shallow to deep.
After kissing for a while, he would ask, "Jia Jia, do you like me?"
Zuojia's lips were swollen when he was kissing him. He stretched out his fist and hit him gently: "don't kiss me. I can't go out for a while..."
She leans in Fu Rongting's arms, and her tone is like coquetry, but she doesn't find the sweetness at the moment. She just feels that it's very comfortable to get along with Fu Rongting.
Fu Rongting took her waist and coaxed her in a low voice: "it's OK. We don't go out today. We're not going anywhere. We're at home. I'll make you what you want to eat."