Out of control and sinking

When asked, Jiang Ruan smiled and blinked her bright eyes as she made a request: "Hold me, or carry me on your back."

Bo Ye: "..."

"Can you pick one? I'm so thin, it won't be hard for you to carry me or put me on your back."

She was quite self-righteous.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, Jiang Ruan pleaded pitifully in a coquettish voice, "Bo Ye, my feet hurt~"

The girl spoke in a coquettish tone.

It sounded like she was begging him for sex.

Bo Ye felt a dryness in his throat.

He couldn't resist any longer. Before she could speak, he leaned down, wrapped his left arm around her waist, and lifted her up by her slender legs with his right.

"Is that enough?" he said.

He held her in his arms and walked forward with both legs.

The streetlights shone on the two people, casting long shadows on the ground.

It's just one person.

Jiang Ruan took the opportunity to hug his neck, nestled in the man's arms and secretly laughed, praising him in a sweet and coquettish voice: "Bo Ye, you are still the best to me."

Before she could finish speaking, the man slapped her on the buttocks.

"Hey!" Jiang Ruan glared at him, her face flushed red. "Why did you hit me?"

Under the nightlight, her face was as red as an apple.

A fiery red.

If you look closely, you can see that the base of her ears is blushing.

"How can you hit someone like that? I'm not a child anymore. This is so embarrassing."

Bo Ye continued walking steadily forward with her in his arms, smiling as he said, "This is the punishment for being too pretentious."

"Jiang Ruan, no one has ever dared to be so pretentious in front of me."

Jiang Ruan raised her eyes, a charming smile playing on her lips: "Really?"

So you mean I'm your exception?

These words pleased Jiang Ruan greatly.

Her toes, dangling in the air, couldn't help but dangle and swing, forgetting that she was wearing high heels.

With a snap, her right high heel fell off.

"ah."

The man stopped in his tracks at the sound.

Jiang Ruan looked at the ground, then looked up at him with an innocent wink: "It wasn't on purpose." "Could you please pick it up for me, Mr. Bo?"

"These shoes are quite expensive. I think you gave them to me as a gift. This is the first time I've worn them, and I don't want to throw them away."

She gave an excuse in a coquettish voice.

Bo Ye took a breath and finally squatted down, holding her and placing her on his lap.

Then she picked up the high heel and took off her other high heel as well.

Then carry it in your hand.

Jiang Ruan looked at his long, slender fingers, which used to strategize and make decisions that gave him supreme power in the Bo family, and now they were helping her, Jiang Ruan, with her shoes.

A strange joy welled up inside me.

"Stop moving."

Bo Ye picked up the shoes, held her in his arms, and said in a deep voice, "If it falls again, we're done with it."

Jiang Ruan said "Oh" and leaned against him.

The night was quiet, and neither of them spoke; the only sound was the clatter of leather shoes on the ground.

At close range, Bo Ye could clearly smell the alcohol on her body, like red wine, with an irresistible aroma.

Bo Ye has obsessive-compulsive disorder related to cleanliness.

If it were on someone else, they would avoid it if there was even the slightest bit of odor.

But when he held her, for some reason, he didn't find her disgusting at all; on the contrary, he thought she smelled quite nice.

Bo Ye couldn't understand it either.

Just as she said, is she the exception in his eyes?

Qingyun Road is very close to here.

In about six or seven minutes, they arrived at the wonton shop that Jiang Ruan had mentioned.

"Is this it?" Bo Ye asked her.

The whole street was dark.

Only this place has the lights on.

Jiang Ruan excitedly replied, "Yes."

She swung her toes.

"Put me down quickly, I can smell the aroma of wontons."

Bo Ye: "..."