Bao Ye listened, his Adam's apple moved sharply, and he pinched Jiang Ruan's chin with his fingertip, then lifted it up.
Their eyes met, his dark eyes like a deep pool that concealed true emotions, yet irresistibly drew one in.
In contrast, Jiang Ruan's black eyes were bright and clear.
Just looking at them made one want to taint them with something.
Bao Ye leaned down, his thin lips slowly approached her red lips, Jiang Ruan's eyelashes lightly trembled.
He kissed the corner of her lips before claiming her lips, his palm supporting her nape, pushing forward, making it seem as if she was the one initiating.
Jiang Ruan's hand, placed on his chest, clenched his shirt's fabric, his kiss tender yet dominant.
When her cheeks were red, and she was out of breath, Bao Ye let her go, teasing her with a breathless voice, "Such sweet lips, no wonder you're so good with words."
Jiang Ruan blushed and gave him a glare.
