After it ended, Bao Ye considerately carried the slightly sweating, flushed-cheeked Jiang Ruan into the bathroom.
He moved carefully, afraid of waking her.
Jiang Ruan was truly exhausted. From start to finish, she didn't stir as Bao Ye gently bathed her and washed her hair.
He tidied her up nice and fresh before carrying her back to bed.
It was already three in the morning.
Bao Ye didn't linger, putting on his shirt, his distinctly bony fingers fastening the buttons, his face wearing an air of laziness.
Once dressed, he went to the bedside, looked at her sleeping peacefully, and leaned down to give her a gentle kiss on her red lips.
His palm caressed her cheek, tenderly affectionate.
"Sleep, darling."
His voice was hoarse, mixed with a strong note of desire.
Then he turned and left.
There was a servant on duty in the living room. Seeing him, she respectfully nodded: "Mr. Bao."
Bao Ye paused his steps, his tone indifferent: "Don't tell her I came back."
