Jiang Ruan burst into laughter, unable to control herself, with tears of joy coming out.
Her hand holding his zipper shook uncontrollably with laughter. Bao Ye twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled her hand down, and said coldly, "No laughing."
Jiang Ruan looked at him with an odd expression, raising her hand to touch his forehead, "Are you Bao Ye?"
"How come you seem to be possessed by someone else?"
He felt like a completely different person.
In the past, Bao Ye would never talk to her like this, which didn't fit his aloof image at all.
Bao Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, stepped closer to her, pressing her against the wall, and said in a low voice, "Then why don't you test me again?"
"See if I'm really Bao Ye."
The man's voice was low and magnetic, carrying an ambiguous mix of danger and seduction.
At such a close distance, her nose was filled with his fragrance, and the overwhelming sense of pressure instantly enveloped Jiang Ruan's every sense.
