Bao Ye's lips twisted slightly.
She had already reached out and touched his forehead.
It was warm, not hot.
Jiang Ruan touched her own forehead again.
"Not hot at all."
Bao Ye saw her silly expression, a subtle smile flashed in his eyes, he said casually, "Maybe it's because you got me worked up."
"Nonsense." Jiang Ruan said confidently, "I'm so gentle, kind, beautiful, and generous, how could I possibly make you angry."
"Is it because you were too busy at work today, too mentally exhausted, that's why you have a headache?"
Bao Ye: "Perhaps."
"There you go."
Jiang Ruan leaned forward, delicately wrapped her fingers around the man's neck, very thoughtfully said, "Lie on my lap, I'll massage you."
She was so proactive, Bao Ye listened to her.
He twisted his waist and moved forward, stretched his long legs straight, and rested his neck on her lap.
Bao Ye was lying on someone's lap for the first time.