Looks like love, Fu Yechen's eyes are warm and smiling.
He straightened up slightly, loosened the restraint on her, and a magnetic voice rang in her ear: "Forget it, I won't force you."
In the past, when he didn't know that his housekeeper picked up the wrong person, when he mistakenly thought she was his fiancee, he always felt that kissing her, kissing her, and wanting to do that kind of thing with her when they met were all doing what he wanted and what he wanted That's fine, he just needs her to satisfy him.
He prefers to be straightforward, and feels that after becoming a boyfriend and girlfriend, it is natural for her to do that kind of thing, and she shouldn't refuse, not to mention that they are now husband and wife.
Now, he slowly discovered that he had to respect her wishes, even if she was his wife, he had to respect her.
Mo You tightly clutched the hem of the clothes with her tender hands, biting her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, and didn't say a word for a long time.
Fu Yechen stared at her for a moment, and was about to get up and leave, but just when he stood up, his palm felt warm, and he was actually held by her soft little hand.
He paused slightly, and once again looked at her with doubts, he stood there quietly, as if waiting for her next words.
Mo You lowered her eyes and did not dare to look at him, even her body trembled slightly, but the catkin holding his palm was so firm, her thin lips parted slightly, and she whispered: "Brother, are you angry? "
"What do you think?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, deliberately throwing the question back to her.
Actually, he wasn't angry, he just wanted to know if she had him in her heart.
Mo You nodded affirmatively, she didn't want him to be angry, what if she was so angry that she vomited blood again?
She straightened her tense body suddenly, and moved closer to him.
Fu Yechen was tall, and she only reached his shoulders when she stood upright.
She raised her pretty face slightly, her eyes didn't know where to look, and she said weakly: "As long as the eldest brother doesn't get angry with me, if the eldest brother wants to, I can do it, but I'm a little nervous"
So, in order not to make him angry, what will she do next?
Fu Yechen looked at her with raised eyebrows, but didn't take her words, as if he wanted to see what she wanted to do next.
Mo You took a few breaths, and suddenly wrapped her hands around Fu Yechen's neck.
He lowered his head slightly following the strength of her arm. In fact, he was following her body more.
Mo You stood on tiptoe unexpectedly, and quickly passed a kiss on his lips.
This very shallow and pure kiss was like a superficial touch, almost making it too late for him to feel the softness on her lips.
Fu Ye stared at Mo You in a daze, a pair of dark eyes flashed with astonishment.
He stared at the transparent little woman who was still clinging to him, but her face was blushing, and a numb feeling suddenly rose in her heart as if she had been struck by a weak electric current.
At this moment, his flattered body and mind suddenly became restless.
Mo You still lowered her head, almost buried her whole face in his arms, and promised softly: "Brother, I will be your wife well, and I will not do anything to be sorry for you."
So, he didn't want him to misunderstand her again and do some impulsive things, so as not to get angry again.
Actually, this sentence should have been said by him.
He will be her husband well, and he will not do anything wrong to her either.
The corners of Fu Yechen's mouth raised slightly, and he looked at her ambiguously: "I want to do it with you now, but I hope you will take the initiative." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com