"Speaking with a sour tone."
"And you said you weren't jealous."
He looked at the woman in front of him who was saying one thing but meaning another. He took the cigarette from his lips and flicked the ash into the ashtray a few times. "Let me teach you a trick."
She looked over. "What trick?"
"Go to the bathroom and look in the mirror."
She responded, "Huh? What do you mean?"
He smiled with his eyes, teasing her, "Don't you know what kind of woman I, Bao Ye, like?"
"Just look in the mirror, and you'll know."
Jiang Ruan was at a loss for words. Her round, bright eyes blinked, and it took her a moment to react.
She suddenly raised her head, meeting his deep, dark eyes. Their gazes locked, and the atmosphere was so charged it felt like it could almost materialize.
The bathroom.
He had brought her all the way here.
Pulling her along and wrapping an arm around her, lucky she wasn't wearing heels, or she wouldn't have been able to keep up with him.
