Seeing her wide-eyed and silent, her cheeks as red as apples, Bao Ye gently coaxed, "Ruan Ruan?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
In this atmosphere, Jiang Ruan was truly intoxicated.
This space uniquely belonged to the two of them.
Her dark eyes were both dazed and clear, her hands resting on his shoulders. Reflecting on it, the pair had experienced almost everything over the years.
This was nothing at all.
"I can agree to it."
"There's one condition."
"What condition?"
Jiang Ruan hooked her arms around his neck, pulling him down. Her red lips kissed him from his Adam's apple, to his lips, then to his ear: "Say, I am the woman you love most in this lifetime."
Bao Ye couldn't resist her teasing. His hand clutched her tightly, his veins standing out wildly.
His lowered brows were filled with suppressed emotions, his dark eyes gazed directly at her, his voice hoarse: "You are the woman I love most in this lifetime."
He hardly thought about it.
