Seeing her wide-eyed and silent, her cheeks as red as apples, Bao Ye gently coaxed, "Ruan Ruan?"
"Why aren’t you saying anything?"
In this atmosphere, Jiang Ruan was truly intoxicated.
This space uniquely belonged to the two of them.
Her dark eyes were both dazed and clear, her hands resting on his shoulders. Reflecting on it, the pair had experienced almost everything over the years.
This was nothing at all.
"I can agree to it."
"There’s one condition."
"What condition?"
Jiang Ruan hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down. Her red lips kissed him from his Adam’s apple, to his lips, then to his ear: "Say, I am the woman you love most in this lifeti."
Bao Ye couldn’t resist her teasing. His hand clutched her tightly, his veins standing out wildly.
His lowered brows were filled with suppressed emotions, his dark eyes gazed directly at her, his voice hoarse: "You are the woman I love most in this lifeti."
He hardly thought about it.
Just spoke it right from his mouth.
Jiang Ruan laughed, her smile enchanting to the world.
Whether he loved her or not, it didn’t matter anymore.
Just hearing those words from him, for a mont, was enough.
Her skin was flawless, especially her legs, slender and pale, without a trace of excess flesh.
Jiang Ruan usually paid great attention to her care.
The body of a female idol in the entertainnt industry is like a second face.
She was also accustod to wearing short skirts for ads; in the photos, her legs were captivating, even she couldn’t help but be moved.
But at this mont, in the steam-filled bathroom, illuminated by warm lights.
The owner of these jade-like legs was kneeling on the carpet.
The black carpet was like a background image.
The bending curves were especially alluring.
Bao Ye’s suppressed low voice filled the room.
Resting on the well-demarcated countertop, his long fingers seed like a painting, his hand revealing startling veins.
...
After a long ti, accompanied by Jiang Ruan’s "cough" sounded.
Bao Ye, drenched with sweat on his forehead, lowered his head to look at her. Jiang Ruan was in quite the ss, accusing and blaming him, full of grievances.
Bao Ye leaned down to lift her up.
Afterward, Jiang Ruan thought they would exit.
But she was again placed on the bathroom counter by the man.
The cool counter made contact with her skin.
She hissed instinctively, holding him tight: "So cold."
Bao Ye chuckled: "Such a softie."
And what followed was sothing Jiang Ruan never expected.
It was probably unprecedented.
Utterly shocking her soul entirely,
she struggled but was held firmly by his hand.
Then she beca completely lost and consud.
At this mont, Jiang Ruan would never forget for her entire life.
Her cheeks were flushed deeply for a long, long ti without fading.
For an instant, her soul seed empty.
Except.
In her soul, there was Bao Ye.
—
The next morning, Jiang Ruan almost ran late.
As she dashed hurriedly to the eting point, everyone was already there. Jiang Ruan looked a bit embarrassed: "I’m sorry, I overslept."
Chen Jiao noticed her red cheeks and said with a smile, "No worries, we just arrived."
Arriving in the middle of the group, Jiang Ruan looked around curiously and softly asked Chen Jiao, "Where’s Brother Sun? Why don’t I see him?"
Chen Jiao sighed, "The Director is talking about it now. Sothing happened at Brother Sun’s ho, supposedly his wife had a car accident, he might have to withdraw from the shoot."
"Ah?" Jiang Ruan’s eyes widened: "And there are only a few episodes left to shoot."
Sighing again: "Still, making money isn’t more important than family. Brother Sun isn’t wrong, we are just short one person now."
"Isn’t it just so," Chen Jiao said.
Director: "Jiang Ruan wasn’t here earlier, so I’ll repeat it again."
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