Just a few centimeters away, a man's deep, husky voice sounded above Jiang Ruan's head, teasing: "Tsk."
"Since when did you learn to throw yourself at me?"
The magnetic voice was too familiar; Jiang Ruan could never forget it. She abruptly looked up, only to see Bao Ye in front of her.
Bao Ye's expression was calm, dressed in black, his demeanor was gentlemanly cold. At this moment, his dark eyes mixed with interest were staring intently at her.
The next second, her dark, bright crystal-like eyes lit up instantly upon seeing him!
Like brilliant stars.
Instantly touched Bao Ye's rarely reached heart. He swallowed, his throat inexplicably felt dry.
"Bao Ye! When did you come back?" Jiang Ruan looked at him with surprise, her little face unable to hide excitement.
Lost in thought, she hadn't even noticed his return!
"While you were showering," the man said plainly.
