She doesn't have no feelings for him.
She is not a robot.
Facing such an excellent man, it's impossible not to be moved at all.
But the more it is like this, the more she tortures herself.
Midnight.
Chaotic footsteps echoed outside.
On the big bed, Jiang Ruan stared at the ceiling, not knowing how long she had been looking.
It must be Bao Ye who returned.
It's rare, he didn't stay with Su Wan.
Jiang Ruan's lips lifted slightly.
With a "click," the bedroom light was switched on heavily by the man, and then the bathroom door was closed.
In front of the mirror, Bao Ye stared at his flushed cheeks, a redness that was clearly abnormal.
But it was much better than when he was irrational a moment ago.
Almost...almost made a mistake.
He closed his eyes, his brow furrowed tightly.
But soon opened them again.
Gritting his teeth, his forehead and temple were tense, unable to hide the anger in his eyes.
His own banquet, who dared to play tricks.
Except for that person.
