Out of control and sinking

Chapter 12 won't let you suffer a loss.
Each word was quite serious, but when they were put together and spoken by him, they suddenly became so inappropriate.

Jiang Ruan's cheeks flushed. She glared at him, embarrassed and angry, and snapped, "Shameless!"

Hearing the scolding, Bo Ye frowned, his dark eyes calm and unwavering, as he pinched her chin: "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

"Busy," Jiang Ruan said. "I've been filming every day lately, I'm so busy, I don't have time to watch."

Bo Ye: "To be honest."

Jiang Ruan had no choice but to give up: "It's annoying, I don't want to answer."

Bo Ye laughed in exasperation.

Bo Ye, you actually got annoyed by someone?
Holding her waist, looking at the woman in front of him in the dark green halter top, with her snow-white skin, and every move she made exuded allure without her realizing it, Bo Ye couldn't help but swallow.

A flicker of fire danced in the depths of his eyes.

Bo Ye has always had strong self-control, especially when it comes to his sexual desire.

But for some reason, every time I'm in front of her...

Jiang Ruan is waiting to be criticized.

Unexpectedly, the man bent down, grabbed her waist, picked her up, and strode towards the bed.

Jiang Ruan struggled: "Bo Ye, what are you doing? I haven't washed my face yet."

“It won’t bother us,” Bo Ye said. “We’ll shower together after we’re done.”

Jiang Ruan felt a sudden dizziness and was placed on the large bed, whereupon the man leaned over her.

The face mask was casually ripped off; it was already dry. Bo Ye glanced down at it, and his gaze froze instantly.

He raised the hand that was gripping her chin, looking at the abnormal swelling, and asked coldly, "Who hit you?"

The man's voice was cold, containing barely suppressed anger.

He didn't lay a finger on her.

damn it.

Jiang Ruan explained, "It's just for the effect of filming, it's nothing..."

Bo Ye stared intently at her, his eyes seeming to see right through her.

Jiang Ruan couldn't continue speaking and could only tell the truth: "I have already fought back, and the fight was several times more serious than what I did."

"It should be gone by tomorrow, anyway, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Bo Ye stared at it, feeling inexplicably depressed.

He muttered, "Stupid."

They called her stupid just now, and now they're calling her dumb.

Jiang Ruan's temper flared up immediately: "You..."

Before she could finish speaking, the man lowered his head and kissed her red lips fiercely, leaving Jiang Ruan speechless.

Prying open the bottle to extract its sweetness, Bo Ye was very gentle, as if soothing her emotions.

But a moment later, suddenly, I don't know what came to mind.

He took another big bite.

"Ouch!" Jiang Ruan cried out in pain, tears welling up in her eyes. "Bo Ye, why did you bite me?"

Kissing her lips, Bo Ye said in a low, husky voice, "The punishment for not answering the phone."

He was exceptionally domineering and forceful.

The room was completely silent; Jiang Ruan could even clearly hear the sounds of the two kissing.

It makes people blush.

Yet, I couldn't help but become addicted.

She had absolutely no resistance and no say in this matter with him.

Sometimes, when Bo Ye was in a good mood, he would let her take the lead, but she was too weak and always ended up being incredibly feeble.

The warmth fell on my neck.

"Don't kiss my neck." Jiang Ruan pleaded, her breathing unsteady, "We have filming tomorrow."

Otherwise, we'd be dead.

Bo Ye took a deep breath and finally moved away. Jiang Ruan also breathed a sigh of relief.

Two hours later.

In the bedroom, the woman's dark green camisole was torn to shreds, leaving a mess on the floor.

Jiang Ruan was carried into the bathroom. The face mask had long since dried on her face, and she closed her eyes, exhausted.

She still felt like a man was washing her face.

Jiang Ruan felt a mixture of love and hate for him. She loved his meticulousness and strategic thinking; no matter what happened, it seemed like everything was under his control.

And yet, I hate his rationality.

It seemed that no matter what she did, she couldn't truly enter his heart.

What is his heart like? After three years with him, she still feels it's like a block of ice.

He treated her well, pampered her, gave her gifts, and unconditionally fulfilled her every wish.

But he never said a word of love to her.

Not even a single word of liking.

With her eyes closed, Jiang Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly as she leaned against him, her feelings a mix of emotions.

A moment later, I returned to the large bed.

She thought she could finally go to sleep; she was exhausted.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she lay down, the man came closer again.

Jiang Ruan suddenly opened her eyes and raised her hand to push him.

"Bo Ye, I don't want it anymore..."

Jiang Ruan pleaded in a hoarse voice.

But the man grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers and pressing it against her ear. Bo Ye asked hoarsely, "Not pretending to be asleep anymore?"

The bedroom was lit by a dim yellow nightlight.

Under the lamplight, the man's sharp face softened, losing its usual imposing aura.

Jiang Ruan bit her red lips and just stared at him.

His dark eyes were somewhat dim, a sign of genuine exhaustion and heartache.

Their eyes met, Bo Ye's dark eyes were deep and unfathomable.

The emotions are so complex that they are incomprehensible.

"Go to sleep." Unexpectedly, Bo Ye didn't bother her anymore and turned over to lie down next to her.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Lying in his arms, surrounded by the cool scent of cologne, Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief. The familiar scent made her feel inexplicably at ease.

The room was unusually quiet.

After a long while, when she could no longer feel his gaze, she quietly raised her eyes. The man had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep.

He seemed very tired too.

That makes sense. After all, he's the president of the Bo Group, managing such a large company. How could he not be tired?

Jiang Ruan pouted; she was tired, yet they had to make her go through all that trouble.

I was going to ask him about Feihong's acquisition, but since he's asleep, I'll wait until next time.

Soon, Jiang Ruan fell asleep.

Shortly after she fell asleep, the man, who had been keeping his eyes closed, opened them as he heard the girl's steady breathing.

His dark eyes were even more intense than the night.

He looked down at the little woman sleeping soundly with her head on his arm, and gently moved his fingertips on her snow-white arm.

He gently stroked her cheek, which was still slightly swollen, and his eyes revealed undisguised heartache.

Bo Ye murmured softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, "You really don't want to come with me?"

"I won't let you suffer any losses."

(End of this chapter)