Jiang Ruan's footsteps came to a halt, and she turned her head to see him getting up and walking over. Her demeanor instantly softened a bit, and she tilted her neck, annoyed, "What?"
Upon reaching her, noticing the little fiery expression on her face, Bao Ye smirked slightly with his cool lips and slipped one hand into his pocket.
"What's the fuss?"
"Who upset you?"
His voice was calm, giving nothing away.
Yet his deep black eyes were staring at her intently.
His gaze was so piercing that Jiang Ruan's eyes fell on his chest. He had changed clothes today, which she noticed as soon as she walked in.
He wasn't clad in all black but wore a purple silk shirt, with a fierce dragon embroidered on his chest, emanating a King-like aura.
The collar was open, a few buttons undone, making him alluring and tempting.
Bao Ye was naturally this kind of captivating person.
Thinking about this, she looked up at him, sulking, "You."
