A blue and white carved wooden sofa, the man was working, legs crossed with a laptop on them, languidly leaning against a pillow, his noble face entirely focused.
At the moment she saw him, Jiang Ruan almost thought she was seeing things.
Her red lips moved, and the emptiness that had spanned the whole day felt as if it was suddenly filled.
"You're back?" Bao Ye heard the noise, looked up at her, his voice magnetic and gentle.
His dark eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a black hole, making it impossible to discern his emotions or what he was thinking.
But Jiang Ruan felt that this one glance lasted a lifetime.
Seeing her standing dazed, Bao Ye raised his eyebrows, put down the laptop, stood up with his tall and slender figure, and walked towards her.
"Why are you in a daze?"
Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly ran towards him.
