Jiang Ruan's attention was instantly captured, her dark eyes sparkling as she looked at Bao Ye, unable to suppress her excitement: "There's another gift?"
No one in the world would dislike gifts.
She's no exception.
Bao Ye licked his lips, lazily withdrawing his hand from his pocket: "Yes."
"But I didn't buy a gift for you." Jiang Ruan said, her face full of regret.
She wasn't even sure if he would come.
Recently, they hadn't been in touch much.
So Jiang Ruan had put it out of her mind.
"No need." Bao Ye's dark eyes fixed on her, his voice very mild: "I lack nothing."
Except for you.
The latter part of the sentence echoed in his mind but was not spoken aloud.
Jiang Ruan muttered: "You really seem to lack nothing, your wardrobe is hundreds of square meters, it has everything, all high-end custom styles. I really can't think of what to give you."
