Out of control and sinking

Chapter 17 Acting opposite a movie star, you used a stunt double?

Jiang Ruan trembled, her muscles tense. She lowered her hand and looked at the man who was so close to her, his body radiating coldness.

Jiang Ruan's eyes flickered slightly, and she reached out to hug Bo Ye's arm: "Let me explain, Bo Ye, it's not what you think."

"It wasn't me filming with him; there was a body double who filmed with him."

"Heh." Bo Ye sneered, "You think I'd believe that?"

"You used a stunt double when acting opposite a movie star?"

"Slapping himself in the face?"

With just a few words, he silenced Jiang Ruan.

She blushed.

Seeing that she was not saying anything.

Bo Ye grabbed her arm, his grip not light, and the veins on the back of her right hand, which was wrapped with Buddhist prayer beads, bulged out. He then yanked it off.

Then pin her against the wall.

"Why aren't you explaining anymore, huh?"

The man stared at her with dark eyes, a strange anger rising within him, his face icy: "Aren't you good at making excuses?"

"I was wrong."

Jiang Ruan softened her voice: "I did it for the sake of the drama. The director approached me, and he's the client, so I can't just refuse him."

"You won't refuse, will you?" Bo Ye asked.

"Then I'll teach you."

Suddenly, Jiang Ruan's thin skirt was torn apart by him, and with a scream, pieces of white fabric fell to the ground.

My shoulders felt cold from the air conditioning.

Jiang Ruan reached out to cover herself, but Bo Ye grabbed her wrist, put his hands together, and raised them above his head.

“Bo Ye…” Jiang Ruan was completely intimidated.

"I was really wrong, please, this is the last time."

I swear to you!

She said with absolute certainty.

Her eyes were red and she looked pitiful, pleading with him with pleading eyes.

"late."

His dark eyes, sharp as blades, stared at her: "You said the same thing last time."

"Last time was last time..."

Before Jiang Ruan could finish her excuse, her red lips were sealed by the man's kiss, a cold and angry kiss that left her breathless.

My mind went completely blank, and I felt like I was about to suffocate.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she heard the man yell, "Breathe!"

We've kissed so many times.

It can't breathe yet.

Fool.

Bo Ye's eyes blazed with fury; a boundless rage burned within him.

If she hadn't overheard him, would she have kept it from him again?
Filming kissing scenes was great.

Do you enjoy testing his limits?
Bo Ye bent down, picked up Jiang Ruan, and strode towards the bedroom.

A soft, spacious bed. When Jiang Ruan was thrown onto it, she bounced slightly, and her first instinct was to run away.

Before she could climb more than a couple of times, her ankles were grabbed by the man's hot hands, and he dragged her back.

"Ah!" Jiang Ruan screamed.

"Where do you think you're going, hmm?" A devilish male voice came, then was suppressed as Bo Ye's fingertips gripped her slender chin.

His little face was filled with panic, but he seemed to have discovered something amusing.

He slowly whetted her appetite.

"You want me to let you go this time, is that it?"

Jiang Ruan nodded vigorously: "Mhm."

She hugged his waist, her dark eyes pleading, "I really know I was wrong, Bo Ye."

"I will never film kissing scenes again."

I swear!

She held up three fingers, pointing towards the roof.

They seemed very confident.

His face looked so sincere that you couldn't tell he was faking it.

Bo Ye stared at her, but chuckled softly.

His dark eyes were half-closed, his fingertips kneading the flesh of her chin, his voice icy: "Swear? Swear to God?"

He leaned close to her ear, his breath hot against hers, and said dismissively, "Baby, I don't even believe in Buddha, do you think I would believe in God?"

"..."

Jiang Ruan's heart skipped a beat. She had completely forgotten that he was an atheist and believed in no one but himself.

This is related to his childhood experiences.

The Bo family had been fighting for years, and his own parents were among those who hurt him, which made him distrust everyone, including gods.

As I was thinking, suddenly the world spun around me.

Jiang Ruan was placed on Bo Ye's lap.

He lay flat on the bed.

She almost lost her balance and instinctively reached out to hold his waist to maintain her balance.

The man lay there like an emperor, staring at her, and commanded in a lazy and cold tone: "Didn't you admit your mistake?"

"Then show some sincerity?"

Jiang Ruan's heart trembled slightly; how could she not understand what he meant?

"I won't, Bo Ye." She bit her red lips.

In Bo Ye's eyes, she was charming and alluring, as if she were playing hard to get to seduce him.

His sexy Adam's apple bobbed, his taut jawline was smooth, and he sneered, his tone mocking: "If you don't know how, then learn."

"Aren't you an actor? What can't an actor learn?"

"Isn't this something you can do effortlessly?"

"If you can film kissing scenes, why can't you film 'C' scenes?"

He commanded forcefully.

"I want you to please me, right now."

(End of this chapter)