Bao Ye rarely heard her curse. Seeing her face turn red with anger now, cursing out loud, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.
"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ruan noticed him staring at her intently, feeling displeased. "They provoked me first, is it wrong for me to curse them?"
Bao Ye's voice was husky, "No, it's not wrong."
Hearing this, Jiang Ruan's mood improved immediately, and she let out a soft hum.
The words were just shy of being plastered on her face.
Good that he knows his place.
Jiang Ruan lost interest in reading, placing the book on the table and cradling her face with a sigh, "Sigh."
Bao Ye turned and got into bed, Jiang Ruan shifted inside. Him on the outside, her on the inside; they were long accustomed to it.
Pulling over the soft pillow to lean on, the man's ink-black robe hung loosely at his waist, revealing a muscular abdomen and chest, wild and alluring.
