Such tricks were common, Jiang Ruan was already used to them.
Looking at the man's dark, deep eyes, there was undeniable amusement.
Clearly waiting for her to playfully concede.
A coy man.
Jiang Ruan licked her red lips, what's so difficult about this.
The licked red lips were enticing, like cherries ready to be picked, evoking affection.
Making one unable to resist the urge to commit a crime.
Watching her movements, Bao Ye's eyes darkened, his throat inexplicably dry, yet she was habitually alluring.
Thinking of this, a fragrance came to his senses.
He saw Jiang Ruan embrace his neck, leaning to his ear.
Instead of a reply, a gust of warmth from her lips and teeth was transmitted into his ear canal along the earlobe.
The ear was one of Bao Ye's few weaknesses.
This point was only known to Jiang Ruan.
Bao Ye's shoulders tensed, and his arm around Jiang Ruan involuntarily tightened.
"Jiang Ruan."
