"Get out!"
Seeing him flushed, his brows knitted tightly, his whole body soaking in cold water in agony, Jiang Ruan restrained herself.
"Then I'll go out. Call me if you need something," she said.
Bao Ye replied, "Mm."
The bathroom door closed; as Jiang Ruan was about to turn away, she heard a suppressed and restrained voice from the man.
She bit her lip; the smugness from before was gone, replaced with worry.
He shouldn't be in trouble, right?
In the bathtub, the man's suit was half off, his long neck resting on the edge, head tilted back, his Adam's apple moving fiercely, veins bulging, wild and untamed.
Suddenly, the door was pushed open from outside.
A "bang" was heard.
Bao Ye suddenly raised his gaze, bloodshot eyes revealing torment, as he saw Jiang Ruan walking towards him.
The adrenaline suppressed by his bone and blood surged to the extreme at this moment.
He frowned, his voice hoarse and restrained, "Why did you come back?"
Came back.
