This dead bastard, we're all divorced, it doesn't matter, and want to kiss me. This scum, clearly with others, do not want me, do not want the baby, now still come to pester me, bully me, it is too much, when I Shen Xingyue bully?

Fu Zhimei wants to kiss me again. When he sticks his lips up, I raise my hand to cover my mouth. Fu Zhimei kisses me on the back of my hand. When the storm comes, I hunch my neck, because people in his arms have to hide behind.

"Fu Zhimei, don't touch me, don't touch me, dirty."

Fu Zhiyue hasn't realized the dirty meaning yet,...