Bao Ye bent over, supporting himself with his palm on the bed, and gently kissed her soft red lips.
Jiang Ruan was sleeping soundly, her breathing light and even.
The shadows under her eyes were heavy, clearly exhausted from the past few days.
At such a close distance, Bao Ye stared at her for a while.
This time, he didn't dare to act recklessly; she wasn't drunk, better not let her find out he returned.
Thinking that, Bao Ye stayed quietly for a bit and then turned to leave.
In the living room, he encountered the servant who kept watch last night, who had no idea when he had returned.
In the middle of the night, the sudden sight of Bao Ye made the servant's heart tremble: "Mr. Bao, you're back."
Bao Ye detected the fear, glanced at her indifferently, and said in a calm tone: "Am I that scary?"
"Like seeing a ghost."
It's the middle of the night, like seeing a ghost indeed if she just came out for a drink and encountered Bao Ye.
