"I don't accept verbal apologies."
Bao Ye's dark eyes fixated on her, every gesture exuded an air of authority, and the corners of his lips lifted playfully: "Baby, after all these years, looking across Beijing, no one has dared to even lay a finger on me, Bao Ye."
Jiang Ruan felt a jolt in her heart, swallowed hard.
"Let alone hit me."
Bao Ye licked his lips, looked down at her: "Give me a slap and you'd think I'll be appeased, just like that?"
"Am I, Bao Ye, so easily appeased, hmm?"
The man dragged out his tone, so close that his breath sprayed onto her cute, fair cheeks.
Jiang Ruan couldn't withstand it, pouted: "I was dreaming, wasn't I? It wasn't intentional."
"I was wrong."
Bao Ye: "Apologies are useless, give me something tangible."
Jiang Ruan most certainly understood what he meant, and supported her waist: "Oh, my poor waist."
"Following your lead, I'll probably end up with a slipped disc sooner or later."
