Watching her move like a little wildcat, Bao Ye's lips curved up. Passing the front desk, he glanced at the middle-aged man.
The man understood immediately.
Moments after they left, all the photos taken on phones recorded by the surveillance were required to be deleted.
In the car, Jiang Ruan was genuinely a bit sleepy.
Her head tilted as soon as she touched the car, and she leaned against Bao Ye, closing her eyes and falling asleep.
The man turned his head, his dark eyes using the car's dim lighting to look at her sleeping face.
Extraordinarily serene, her eyelashes were long, thick, and dense, her small nose perky, and below that, her pink, sweet soft lips.
Bao Ye paused his breath slightly, staring for a while.
He felt a bit like kissing.
And he actually did just that.
