"Don’t touch randomly."
A hoarse warning ca, Bao Ye’s dark eyes stared at her, emotions complex and intensely suppressed, with desires surging upwards, his gaze seed ready to devour her.
Doesn’t she know a man’s waist cannot be touched at will?
However, Jiang Ruan was too drunk to understand what he ant by that.
She opened her arms and hugged his narrow waist directly, her chin resting on his arm, lips pouting, softly complaining: "You won’t let touch, if that’s not anger, then what is?"
The conversation reached Chen Nan’s ears.
Chen Nan nearly choked on his own saliva.
Don’t touch randomly.
You won’t let touch.
Should he tactfully raise the divider in the car?
To avoid hearing or seeing things he shouldn’t?
Mind your business, don’t look.
Hearing her words, Bao Ye: "..."
Of course he’s angry.
Bao Ye was just about to say sothing when he suddenly recalled her hugging that woman earlier during the call, and his expression changed instantly.
His severe hygienic obsession wouldn’t allow himself to have indirect contact with others.
Especially with a person who insulted him as a scumbag without ever eting.
Bao Ye had not a shred of goodwill towards her.
Bao Ye gripped Jiang Ruan’s slender wrist, pulling her away, set her upright, his tone deep: "Sit properly, let’s talk at ho."
Suddenly pulled away from him, Jiang Ruan felt even more aggrieved, looking at the exceptionally cold-looking man in front of her.
As if they were strangers.
There seed to be a galaxy between them.
No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t cross it or enter his heart.
"You’re already tired of , aren’t you?" she said.
"You’ve started to be annoyed with , right?"
"If you’re bothered, just say it clearly."
Bao Ye only felt she was being unreasonable: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
When did he grow tired of her?
But for Jiang Ruan, it seed otherwise.
Her nose tingled, he wouldn’t let her touch, wouldn’t let her hug his arm, and directly dragged her away.
Such coldness, isn’t it tiredness, then what?
It’s obviously tiredness.
No man is a good thing after all.
Her heart was aching to death, combined with Lu Jie’s words from the evening.
Jiang Ruan felt even sadder.
Unable to restrain herself, she reached out and grabbed his hand, lowered her head, and bit down hard on his cold, white-skinned wrist.
No rcy at all.
"Hiss." Bao Ye winced in pain, his brows furrowed tight, yet he didn’t shake her off.
"What madness are you up to?" he said coldly.
"Biting people at the drop of a hat?"
Did he provoke her?
Jiang Ruan mumbled: "I’m just mad, so what."
If he had guts, he’d shake her off.
But Bao Ye didn’t, he didn’t move.
Jiang Ruan showed no rcy either, biting down hard on that piece of flesh.
Until his wrist was bruised, blood beads oozing.
Tasting the tallic flavor, Jiang Ruan finally lifted her head, reached out to wipe her mouth.
"Satisfied now?" Bao Ye glanced at his bleeding wrist, his gaze imbued with hostility, his tone uncertain: "Is the tantrum over?"
"No."
Her brows were proud, yet her eyes gradually reddening: "Does it hurt? If it hurts, then good."
"Only then you can understand what pain feels like."
Only then can you know how much I hurt.
This is rely physical; mine is in my heart, in my bones, in my soul – a pain.
Bao Ye frowned, impatient: "What nonsense are you spewing?"
Jiang Ruan sniffed, said nothing.
Bao Ye wanted to say sothing.
Facing her eyes red like a rabbit, seemingly wronged greatly, tears gathering at the corners.
Her little mouth puffed with a grievance.
She pitifully gazed at him.
As if he bullied her.
Bao Ye couldn’t help but let out a vexed laugh: "I’m the one bitten and injured, what are you aggrieved about?"
"Jiang Ruan, do you not have a conscience?"
"I don’t have a conscience." Jiang Ruan said viciously: "I deliberately bit you, you deserve it."
The tone as if she hated him thoroughly.
Bao Ye’s smile faded, beginning to anger.
He clamped her slender chin with his long fingers, slightly lifting her up, staring at her, his lips barely moving, his tone cold and hard: ...
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