Jiang Ruan immediately caved: "I was just joking with you!"
"How could I possibly betray you!"
Jiang Ruan vowed seriously.
"Ha."
A low mocking sound was heard.
Bao Ye reclined the seat and leaned over; the space inside the Rolls-Royce was very spacious.
Even though they were face to face, it was exceptionally roomy.
With a stretch of his long arm, Jiang Ruan was forcibly held in his embrace, her skirt brushing against his trousers, the man's fingertips gripping the girl's slender chin as she struggled: "Bao Ye, I was really joking with you, can we go home and sleep, please?"
"I'm so tired and sleepy."
She pleaded pitifully.
Already caught in his grip.
All she could do was lower her head.
Blame her mouth, bringing up the wrong topic.
Looking at the innocent face pleading in front of him, pale makeup like a delicate orchid, well-behaved and charming.
This only made Bao Ye want to bully her hard.
The man's inherent bad nature was instantly activated.
