Completely at a disadvantage, she didn't even have the right to struggle, as her wrist was pinned to the seat by his single hand, which made Jiang Ruan very displeased.
Her red lips were soaked in his alcohol-laden breath, and after half a day he still wouldn't let go, making it slightly difficult for her to breathe.
Damn.
With a forceful bite, she directly bit Bao Ye's tongue.
Unprepared, Bao Ye felt the pain, furrowing his brows, yet he didn't leave her lips.
Their eyes met, Jiang Ruan glared at him.
A muffled voice came from Jiang Ruan: "Let me go."
Staring into her clear black eyes, Bao Ye's gaze was filled with desire, his fingertips lightly grazing the soft skin on her neck as his lips curved up.
He leaned closer, whispering next to her flushed earlobe: "You brought this on yourself, Jiang Ruan."
His voice was hoarse.
He drawled her name.
Every word was like a lure.
