Bao Ye placed Jiang Ruan on the bar counter at the entrance and saw her pitiful red eyes, on the verge of tears, ready to cry.
Bao Ye immediately felt a pang in his heart, reached out to her waist and drew closer: "Did it hurt when I hit you just now, hmm?"
He was speaking, knowing in his heart that he didn't actually use any force.
Jiang Ruan sniffed, very bossy: "Apologize."
Her voice was soft, but her tone was not.
Yet Bao Ye raised an eyebrow, looked down at her: "Sobering up from the wine?"
She didn't respond, obviously still drunk.
Her pair of dark eyes looked at him with such moisture that Bao Ye's Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and he went along with her: "Alright, I'm sorry."
Bao Ye laughed: "If I didn't do that, if you kept calling out, the whole floor wouldn't be able to sleep."
Jiang Ruan didn't listen to him, her head dizzy, thinking, after drinking, she's the most important person in the world.
Bao Ye lowered his head, just about to say something.
