Every word seemed proper, but once they came out of his mouth, how did they instantly become so improper?
Jiang Ruan's cheeks flushed, and she glared at him angrily, cursing, "Shameless!"
Being scolded, Bao Ye's brow furrowed, his dark eyes calm and unruffled, as he pinched her chin: "Why didn't you answer my calls?"
"Busy," Jiang Ruan said, "I've been filming every day lately, so busy I could die, no time to look."
Bao Ye: "Tell me the truth."
Jiang Ruan was at a loss and just surrendered, "Annoying, I didn't want to pick up."
Bao Ye chuckled angrily.
Was there ever a day when he, Bao Ye, would be found annoying by someone?
Holding her waist, looking at the woman in the dark green camisole, snow-white skin, every move exuding unknowing allure, Bao Ye's Adam's apple uncontrollably rolled.
A subtle flame flickered in his eyes.
He, Bao Ye, had always had strong self-control, especially regarding lust.
But he didn't know why, every time in front of her he would...
Jiang Ruan was waiting for reproach.
But unexpectedly, the man bent over and directly scooped her up by the waist, turning and striding toward the bed.
Jiang Ruan struggled, "Bao Ye, what are you doing, I haven't washed my face."
"Doesn't matter," Bao Ye said, "We'll wash together afterward."
With a whirlwind in her head, Jiang Ruan was placed on the big bed, and immediately the man was upon her.
The mask was casually torn off. It had actually dried, and as Bao Ye glanced down, his gaze instantly froze.
The hand pinching her chin lifted, staring at the unusual swelling, he asked coldly, "Who hit you?"
The man's voice was icy, containing uncontrollable anger.
He hadn't even touched a single hair of hers.
Damn it.
Jiang Ruan explained, "It's just for the filming effect, it's nothing..."
Bao Ye stared straight at her, those eyes seemed to see through everything about her.
Jiang Ruan couldn't continue and had to speak honestly, "I've already hit back, much worse than this."
"It should go down by tomorrow, anyway, it doesn't hurt now."
Bao Ye continued to stare, feeling inexplicably stifled inside.
He said softly, "Foolish."
Just called her stupid earlier, now calling her foolish again.
Jiang Ruan's anger flared up instantly, "You..."
Before she could finish, the man lowered his head and fiercely kissed her red lips, rendering Jiang Ruan speechless.
Prising them open to savor the sweetness, Bao Ye was very gentle, as if soothing her emotions.
But moments later, suddenly, who knows what he recalled.
He bit down hard again.
"Ouch!" Jiang Ruan was in so much pain that tears welled up: "Bao Ye, why are you biting me."
Kissing her lips, Bao Ye murmured hoarsely, "Punishment for not answering the phone."
He was especially overbearing and forceful.
The room was silent, Jiang Ruan could even hear their kissing sounds clearly.
Making one blush.
Yet she couldn't help but be mesmerized.
When it came to this with him, she had no resistance, no control at all.
Sometimes when Bao Ye got very excited, he would let her take the lead, but she was too weak, always ending up exhausting herself.
When the warmth fell on her neck.
"Don't kiss my neck," Jiang Ruan pleaded, breathless, "I have to film tomorrow."
Otherwise, she'd be doomed.
Bao Ye's breath steadied, and in the end, he moved away.
Jiang Ruan also breathed a sigh of relief.
Two hours later.
The bedroom, the dark green camisole turned into scraps, a complete mess.
Jiang Ruan was carried into the bathroom, her mask long dried on her face, too tired to open her eyes.
Yet she still felt the man helping her wash her face.
In her heart, Jiang Ruan felt both love and hate for him, loved his meticulous abilities, his tactical skills, no matter what happened, it seemed everything was under his control.
Yet she hated his rationality.
No matter what she did, she couldn't truly enter his heart.
What his heart was like, after three years with him, she still felt like it was an ice block.
He treated her well, pampered her, gifted her, whatever she wanted, he would unconditionally fulfill.
Yet he never said he loved her.
Not even a single 'like.'
With her eyes closed, Jiang Ruan's eyelashes trembled lightly, leaning in his arms, her feelings complicated.
A moment later, back to the big bed.
Thinking she could finally sleep, she was utterly exhausted.
But unexpectedly, as soon as she lay down, the man leaned over again.
Jiang Ruan's eyes shot open, raising her hands to push him away.
"Bao Ye, I don't want it anymore..."
Jiang Ruan pleaded hoarsely.
Yet the man grabbed her hand, intertwining fingers placed by the ear, Bao Ye rasped, "Not pretending to sleep anymore?"
The bedroom was lit by a dim yellow nightlight.
In the light, the man's strong face took on a gentler quality, not as intimidating as usual.
Jiang Ruan bit her red lips, just looking at him.
Her dark eyes were somewhat dim, indicating true exhaustion, and her heart was truly weary.
Eye to eye, Bao Ye's dark eyes were profound and inscrutable.
Complex emotions indecipherable.
"Sleep." Unexpectedly, Bao Ye didn't continue to pester her, turning over to lie beside her.
Then, he reached out to embrace her.
Lying in his arms, the tip of her nose enveloped in the scent of cool cologne, Jiang Ruan exhaled a breath, the familiar scent inexplicably reassuring.
The room was excessively quiet.
After a long time, not feeling his gaze, she stealthily peeked up, the man had his eyes closed, as if asleep.
He seemed tired too.
Of course, being the president of Bao Group, overseeing such a huge company, how could he not be tired?
Jiang Ruan pouted, tired yet he tormented her for so long.
She originally wanted to ask about Feihong's acquisition, but since he's asleep, she'll wait for another time.
Soon, Jiang Ruan fell asleep.
But not long after she fell asleep, hearing the girl's even breathing, the man with closed eyes opened them.
His dark eyes were deeper than the night.
He looked down at the little woman nestled on his arm, sleeping sweetly, his fingertips moved on her snowy arm.
Gently caressing her cheek, still a bit swollen, his eyes full of undisguised heartache.
With complex eyes, Bao Ye murmured softly, "Do you really not want to be with me?"
"I won't let you suffer."