Jiang Ruan's lips twitched: "Can you stop joking? I'm being serious here."
Bao Ye licked his lips, stuck one hand in his pocket, and, tired of standing, simply sat down on the bed.
"I'm not joking."
"You really have the potential to be a Bodhisattva."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
"Bao Ye!"
She couldn't take it anymore: "This joke isn't funny at all."
What Jiang Bodhisattva?
He was clearly mocking her for being soft-hearted and easily deceived!
Bao Ye seemed addicted, reached out to wrap her waist, and pulled her to sit on his lap.
He smiled at the corner of his eyes: "Can I discuss something with you?"
Jiang Ruan looked at him as if seeing a ghost: "You actually have something to discuss with me?"
Bao Ye said: "Don't be in such a hurry to save the world, how about saving me first?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She gritted her teeth, couldn't hold back for a moment and said bluntly: "Someone as cold-blooded and ruthless as you, even the gods can't save you."
