Jiang Ruan reached out to touch the water; it was cold.
"Did you get drugged?" Jiang Ruan’s eyes widened.
It must be the case.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be soaking here.
Bao Ye answered, "Mm."
He supported himself with his arms, trying to sit up. His voice was hoarse to the extre, unwilling to let her see him in his current disheveled state: "Go out."
But he accidentally slipped, falling into the bathtub, his face subrged, coughing incessantly.
Jiang Ruan hurriedly helped him; she had never seen him like this before, and her eyes turned red instantly. Holding his wrist, she said, "Let help you, let help you, okay?"
"Bao Ye, I’ll help you out."
Earlier, she went to the butler for the key but didn’t let the butler follow her.
Bao Ye had a cleanliness obsession and hated people randomly entering his bedroom, let alone the bathroom.
Jiang Ruan was also afraid. Holding her phone tightly, afraid sothing might happen to him, she quickly dialed for help.
But considering the current situation, even if she found help, it wouldn’t be of any use.
Jiang Ruan hadn’t experienced this, but she had seen what people in this state were like.
But she had never seen Bao Ye like this.
Tonight was the banquet held by Bao Ye.
Such an occasion.
How could this happen?
Jiang Ruan couldn’t figure it out.
"No." Bao Ye took a deep breath, his cheeks red and hot, his arm held by Jiang Ruan as if bitten by nurous ants.
The desire in his bones made him unable to resist wanting to pull her in, to pull her in and fall with him.
But the remaining reason still erased this thought. He took a deep breath and then exhaled, hoarsely saying, "Listen, I can endure this."
"Go out."
"How will you endure it?" Tears slid down Jiang Ruan’s eyes; she bit her lip, deliberately challenging him: "You’d rather endure alone than want , right?"
"Fine. Bao Ye, you’re really sothing."
"I don’t care what you say, I won’t leave today."
"I’m giving you two choices, the first is to call a doctor over, the second, let help you."
Jiang Ruan commanded with a resolute tone.
"Choose one of these two options."
Her attitude was very forceful.
Bao Ye listened. He laughed out of anger, grinding his teeth, and said, "No one has ever dared to make , Bao Ye, choose."
His dark eyes stared at her cheeks, his gaze hazy and unclear, the redness in his eyes could not suppress the aura of murder.
His voice carried coldness and authority.
"What if I choose neither?"
At the mont, his face was red.
Still being stubborn?
Jiang Ruan bit her lip; damn, why was she feeling sorry for him?
Jiang Ruan stood up: "Then you can just endure it."
So shaless.
Offering herself and he refuses, yet she sticks to him?
Forget it.
Hmph.
Bao Ye stared at her back, only then did he feel relieved; however, as she passed the sink, the phone rang again.
Jiang Ruan stopped, pausing in her steps.
She turned around and saw the bright na on the screen.
Su Wan.
It was a call from Su Wan.
Jiang Ruan’s lips twitched, hesitated for a mont, but ultimately decided to pick up the phone.
She handed it to him: "Here, your queen’s phone call."
Her tone was light, filled with subtle emotions. Bao Ye looked at her with difficulty and muttered, "Feeling itchy?"
"I didn’t say anything wrong, weren’t there headlines and trending topics?" Jiang Ruan mocked vindictively: "Bao Group’s Mr. Bao and the famous actress Su Wan dancing intimately, allegedly privately engaged, Mr. Bao’s long-awaited first love has returned."
Bao Ye: "..."
Listening to her smug tone, if it weren’t for feeling unwell and unable to move.
Damn.
She’ll get what’s coming to her.
Bao Ye’s suppressed anger surged again.
He waved the phone, clicking his tongue: "She must be very worried about you now; it’s strange how she let you go even when you’re like this. So, are you going to answer, Mr. Bao?"
"Your first love is really worried about you."
"You seem very gleeful about this." Bao Ye stared at her, his lips moving with difficulty, his dark eyes staring directly at her, filled with desire.
Jiang Ruan felt a bit creeped out by his stare and averted her gaze: "No way."
At that mont, the phone call ended.
Jiang Ruan looked at the call log.
"Gee, Su Wan called you four tis."
"Do you need to return one for you?"
Suddenly, Bao Ye coldly ordered, "Get out!"
Two words with significant deterrence.
Frightening Jiang Ruan into a slight shiver.
She dared not joke anymore, muttering: "Not calling, then not calling, why so fierce."
"Out ans out."
He danced intimately with soone tonight.
Can’t even make a phone call.
n are heartless.
Jiang Ruan muttered in her heart, put down his phone, stood up, and looked at the bedraggled Bao Ye in the bathtub, kindly asking him one last ti: "Really don’t need my help?"
Bao Ye coldly replied with a single word: "No."
He, Bao Ye, was born with extraordinary self-control.
Nothing could force him to do anything.
The sa went for tonight’s incident.
"Alright then."
"I’ll leave now."
Before exiting, Jiang Ruan couldn’t help but turn her head and lightly cough: "Cough."
Imdiately drawing Bao Ye’s attention.
He glared at her, seeing his flushed cheeks, Jiang Ruan said: "If it really doesn’t work, you can consider other ans. Occasionally using DIY should be acceptable, right?"
She blinked, looking innocent.
In Bao Ye’s eyes, clearly done deliberately.
As the words fell, Bao Ye gritted his teeth with three words.
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