In this position, Bao Ye could only look up at her.
The silk of the modern Chinese-style dress was very smooth, delicate, and soft like skin, as the man's fingertips caressed her waist.
Upon hearing her words, his gaze suddenly darkened.
His arm around her waist tightened abruptly, pulling her closer to him, and Bao Ye kissed her fiercely on her red lips, filled with desire: "You'll know soon enough."
The atmosphere was about to ignite.
After years of getting to know each other, and habits formed deep in their bones, no one understood each other's thoughts better than the two of them.
After being apart for half a month, it wasn't just Bao Ye who missed her; Jiang Ruan was an adult, too, with her own needs.
Especially after seeing Bao Ye.
After a bit more intimate time, Bao Ye lifted Jiang Ruan off his lap and automatically sat in the passenger seat.
Jiang Ruan tidied up her disheveled collar and fastened the button that Bao Ye had bitten open at her neck.
