Out of control and sinking

Chapter 157 Going to the bathroom?

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye's serious expression finally showed some reaction. He glanced at her and said, "Wait, wait for me for five minutes, I'll be done here."

Jiang Ruan didn't react: "Huh?"

"What does your ending have to do with me? Why should I wait for you?"

Bo Ye scoffed: "Didn't you want to experience what it's like to be unable to take care of yourself?"

"Since you're a patient, I can let you experience it."

Jiang Ruan: "Who cares about my feelings? I was just saying it casually."

Bo Ye, however, became interested. He stopped typing, his dark eyes smiling as he stared at her, teasingly saying, "You can't take care of yourself, you can't wash up, I can help you. You can't eat, I can feed you myself. You can't go to the bathroom by yourself either, right? Since you can't take care of yourself, I can carry you there..."

“Stop, stop, stop!”

Jiang Ruan couldn't listen anymore, her face flushed as she interrupted him, huffing, "What is all this nonsense?"

"My leg is bruised, it's not like it's useless. How can I not take care of myself?"

"You're going to carry me to the bathroom? Pah!"

Bo Ye frowned, about to scold her for using foul language.

Jiang Ruan climbed off the bed, stubbornly slipped into her slippers, but the moment she stood up straight...

Shout out, "Ah!"

Then the person fell directly onto the thick carpet.

Jiang Ruan hadn't noticed it while lying down, but now she realized her knees were really, really painful.

This is not as simple as just turning blue.

The man dropped his computer and rushed toward her the moment the scream rang out, but he was too late.

Sitting on the ground, Jiang Ruan pouted, looking extremely aggrieved: "It's over, I'm ruined. I really can't take care of myself now."

"Bo Ye, it hurts~" Jiang Ruan said coquettishly.

Bo Ye snorted, "Serves you right."

"You think you're so tough? Don't you have any memory of your own physical condition?"

"After a few tries, you're bedridden and can't get up. Do you think you're a god with your leg injured like this? You go out with an injury, thinking you can't feel pain?"

He instructed.

"You're so fierce." Jiang Ruan said softly, "Please don't be fierce to me, considering I got hurt for you."

"I didn't feel any pain just now."

He said it, but Bo Ye still felt sorry for her.

He's the typical guy with a sharp tongue but a soft heart.

As he spoke, he bent down and lifted her up by the waist, deliberately avoiding knee level.

He put his arm around her waist and hugged her. Seeing her pitiful eyes, his expression softened a little. He looked down and asked her, "Do you want to go to the bathroom?"

Jiang Ruan was about to ask how she knew, but she swallowed the question and silently nodded, "Mhm."

Bo Ye picked her up and turned to leave.

"But you can just put me down there. I can manage by myself, holding onto the wall," Jiang Ruan said anxiously.

Bo Ye scoffed: "You need to be strong to fall?"

"What, you didn't get enough of tumbling on the carpet once? Now you want to tumble on the floor tiles again?"

Bo Ye said quietly, "It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. You can't go out or film for a hundred days. You should think this through."

Hearing this, Jiang Ruan was immediately frightened.

After weighing the pros and cons, she took a deep breath and looked at him with a sorrowful gaze, as if she were facing certain death.

"Then you should carry me there."

This experience is one that Jiang, who is thin-skinned, embarrassed, and will never forget in his life.

From the time she could remember.

I was never treated like this by my parents when I was a child.

Damn, I'm twenty-four or twenty-five today, a grown adult, yet Bo Ye is holding me up by the legs and carrying me...

Jiang Ruan's old face turned red to the roots of her ears.

This is so embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing!

Bo Ye put her on the bed, and Jiang Ruan turned around and rolled directly into the thin quilt, covering her head and wrapping herself tightly in it.

He looked like he'd rather die than see anyone.

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