Out of control and sinking

Chapter 2: Were you bullied?

Jiang Ruan rarely cried in front of him, and suddenly felt ashamed. She was about to lower her head to wipe her tears when he pinched her chin and lifted it up.

Bo Ye lowered his head, getting closer to the tear-streaked, utterly aggrieved little face, his dark eyes chilling: "Why are you crying?"

He laughed angrily: "You're still feeling wronged?"

“I’ve been working overtime at the company for half a month, flying on planes in the middle of the night. The day before yesterday I was in the United States, yesterday I was in G City, and today I finally got back from Europe. I didn’t even have time to eat before you dragged me into a drunken tantrum and started crying.”

"I've already been quite tolerant of you by not throwing you out."

"Jiang Ruan, don't push your luck."

The cold words came from the man's thin lips. His angular face was indifferent. Bo Ye was naturally handsome, and his cold face was unmatched in the entertainment industry.

An actor's facial expressions are acted out.

The coldness and indifference portrayed on screen.

But Bo Ye was born that way.

They are born with an innate aura of authority, and their words are like daggers, piercing straight to the heart.

Jiang Ruan had already been wronged today, and this treatment from him made her feel even more wronged.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

Hot tears dripped onto the back of Bo Ye's hand.

The temperature is clearly visible.

She choked back tears, her voice thick with conviction: "Then throw it out."

Just throw me away.

From now on, I will no longer be Bo Ye's secret lover, but just actress Jiang Ruan.

Go find your Beijing socialite.

Don't want me anymore.

Bo Ye's forehead and temples trembled with anger, and he wished he could just throw her out.

He's not raising a woman for himself, he's raising a tyrant! What, she's just a woman, and he, Bo Ye, has to bow down, coax, and apologize to her?
Don't even think about it.

He was seething with anger, but after three years with him, no one knew Jiang Ruan's temperament better than him.

She is very smart and obedient, and rarely acts like this.

The man's calloused, rough fingertips wiped away her tears, not gently, his brow furrowing slightly as he softened his tone: "What happened?"

Jiang Ruan sobbed and turned her head away.

"Were you bullied?"

The man asked the question in a cold voice.

Jiang Ruan just lowered her head and refused to speak.

Stubborn as a rock.

Stubborn and stinky.

Bo Ye had no choice but to have someone investigate tomorrow. He reached out and pinched her cheek without much restraint.

She hissed in pain, covered her face, and glared at him.

He scoffed, "You're only good at bullying me."

After saying that, he put his arm around her waist, picked her up, and took her to the bathroom to take a shower.

Bo Ye is a germaphobe, and taking a shower afterward is a must, but this is the first time he has helped Jiang Ruan take a shower.

The rain was pouring outside the window, while the hot water in the bathroom was warm and cozy.

Bo Ye prefers cool-toned cologne scents.

Lying on the luxurious, gilded, carved bed, listening to the rain outside the window, Jiang Ruan could smell the unique fragrance of a man.

After several years of close companionship, she had long been accustomed to his scent and now felt only peace and security.

A dim, yellowish light enveloped the man's sharp features; he had his eyes closed.

Suddenly remembering something, Jiang Ruan gently poked his waist, and instantly, the man opened his eyes.

His dark eyes were tired and sleepy, with bloodshot veins running down his face, clearly indicating that he hadn't had a good rest for a long time.

"Not enough?" A hoarse male voice came, tinged with drowsiness. Jiang Ruan blinked, not reacting immediately: "Huh?"

What's not enough?
A bewildered, innocent face fell into Bo Ye's eyes. Without any makeup, she looked like an elven girl, with bright, lively eyes, pink lips, and an overall ethereal quality.

Bo Ye's dark eyes flashed, and he grabbed her waist, flipping her over and mounting her.

"Then let's continue."

In matters like this, she was always the one to admit defeat and beg for mercy; Bo Ye never admitted defeat.

His philosophy is: What kind of man can't even satisfy his own woman?

She touched his waist, wasn't she just asking for pleasure?
It's strange, she used to cry and beg for mercy after only a few moves, but now she's improved.

He has been making progress.

Just as Bo Ye was about to lower his head and kiss her, Jiang Ruan realized what he meant by "not enough" and "let's continue."

Jiang Ruan looked both amused and exasperated, and pushed his face away, saying, "No, Bo Ye, that's not what I meant."

Bo Ye turned his head, his voice hoarse: "Then what do you mean?"

"You touched my waist, isn't that what you want?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

She wants a big-headed ghost.

We're all exhausted.

Jiang Ruan: "I was just asking if you wanted something to eat. You haven't eaten yet."

"Shall I cook you a bowl of noodles?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Ye paused, then turned over and lay down next to her.

He stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms. Although she was thin, she had curves in all the right places.

It's so soft and cozy to hug; it's quite comfortable.

"Don't eat."

"sleep."

Say the command two words at a time.

Jiang Ruan was forced to hold him in her arms, and looked up at him. The man had already closed his eyes.

From this angle, you can see a taut jawline, a smooth profile, and light-colored thin lips.

Hormones are emanating from everywhere.

His skin is great because he has a professional beautician; it looks even better than those celebrities who get injections.

Looking at him, Jiang Ruan couldn't help but feel her heart race. She was spending every day with such a perfect and powerful man.

They're still doing those things.

It would be a lie to say she wasn't tempted at all.

but……

But what's the 'but'? Let nature take its course.

Jiang Ruan sighed softly.

But lying in his arms really made her forget all the unpleasant things that happened that night.

She was drunk today and was indeed bullied.

That's how the entertainment industry works; only when you're powerful enough to be admired by everyone will no one dare to bully you.

Otherwise, we have no choice but to compromise.

The reason she didn't tell him was that she wanted to handle her own affairs.

Even if the sky were to fall, she never considered relying on him.

She was his secret lover, but not a helpless canary he kept in captivity.

She has backbone and ambition.

Jiang Ruan secretly vowed to work even harder in her career.

We must become stronger and stronger.

Jiang Ruan soon fell asleep.

Hearing the girl's steady breathing coming from his arms, the man in the darkness opened his eyes.

Bo Ye suffers from severe insomnia.

In some environments, one might only sleep for a dozen or so hours over seven days and seven nights, averaging no more than two hours a day.

But at this moment, he looked down at the person in his arms.

She was sleeping soundly, and he tightened his arms around her slender waist.

His dark eyes stared at her small face with a complex yet aloof expression, then he closed them.

Soon, the two breathing sounds overlapped.

the next day.

(End of this chapter)