Bao Ye said, "Hmm."
"In a couple of days, I'll have someone from the Beijing custom qipao shop come over and make some for you. You can keep them to wear."
Jiang Ruan guessed that this would be his next sentence, and sure enough, it was.
She was a bit amused: "No need, I have too many clothes. The ones you sent before are all piled up in the wardrobe, I haven't even looked at them. If you buy me more, I won't be able to wear them all."
"Then just keep them to wear slowly."
Their eyes met, and the man's voice was hoarse and very assertive: "Don't refuse your man."
After saying this, without waiting for Jiang Ruan to speak, his warm lips were on hers.
Two hours later, Jiang Ruan lay weakly on the large bed, a thin blanket draped over her shoulders, while at her feet, Bao Ye kneeled, massaging her feet.
Jiang Ruan was originally extremely tired, but now she couldn't sleep.
His palm holding her delicate white feet, each toenail trimmed round and neat, painted with a faint pink.
