The vast airplane had only Bao Ye and Jiang Ruan, aside from the pilot. For this trip to South Africa, Bao Ye didn't bring Chen Nan, leaving him to look after the company.
After pulling Jiang Ruan around for a bit, Jiang Ruan was utterly exhausted.
A thin blanket covered her snow-white skin, her cheeks flushed, and her dress had long been torn off by him and tossed aside.
He was now sitting by her feet, working.
Impeccably dressed.
Watching his dedicated and serious side profile, it was impossible to tell the passionate look he had earlier. Jiang Ruan lightly bit her red lips, covering herself with the thin blanket as she sat up.
Her slender snowy shoulders exposed to the air.
She couldn't help but stretch her foot to lightly kick his leg.
In her heart, she cursed him for being fake proper.
Suddenly kicked, disrupting his thoughts, Bao Ye wasn't annoyed. He looked up, meeting the woman's coquettish expression.
Her current demeanor was utterly tempting.
