Out of control and sinking

Seeing her staring wide-eyed and speechless, her cheeks as red as apples, Bo Ye gently coaxed, "Ruan Ruan?"

"Why don't you speak?"

Jiang Ruan was truly captivated by this atmosphere.

This space is exclusively for the two of them.

Her dark eyes were both confused and clear-headed. She placed her hands on his shoulders. In fact, after thinking about it, the two of them had experienced almost everything over the years.

This is nothing.

"I'll agree to that."

"There is a condition."

"What conditions?"

Jiang Ruan hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him down, her red lips kissing him from his Adam's apple to his thin lips, and then to his ear: "Say it, I am the woman you love most in this life."

Bo Ye couldn't resist her teasing; the veins on the back of his hand holding her bulged, revealing a wildness within him.

His lowered eyes conveyed suppressed emotions. He stared directly at her with his dark eyes and said in a hoarse voice, "You are the woman I love most in this life."

I hardly even thought about it.

It just slipped out.

Jiang Ruan laughed, a laugh that dazzled all living beings.

I no longer care whether I love her or not.

Hearing his words, even for just one moment, is enough.

Her skin was very good, especially her legs, which were slender and fair, without an ounce of excess fat.

Jiang Ruan usually takes great care of herself.

For female celebrities in the entertainment industry, their bodies are like a second face.

She also likes to wear short skirts to shoot commercials, and her legs are very attractive in the photos, even she herself can't help but be moved.

However, at this very moment, the bathroom, filled with steam, is illuminated by warm lights.

The woman with those jade-like legs was kneeling on the carpet.

The black carpet served as a backdrop.

The winding curves are particularly captivating.

Bo Ye's suppressed, low voice rang out, lingering on.

The long, slender fingers with distinct bones, placed on the washbasin, looked like a painting, with alarming blue veins protruding from the back of the hand.

……

After a long while, Jiang Ruan coughed. Bo Ye's forehead was covered in sweat as he looked down at her. Jiang Ruan looked quite disheveled, blaming and complaining to him, feeling extremely wronged.

Bo Ye bent down and picked the person up.

Then, Jiang Ruan thought they were about to leave.

As a result, she was carried by the man and placed on the sink.

The cold sink comes into contact with your skin.

She hissed and instinctively hugged him tighter: "It's so cold."

Bo Ye chuckled: "So delicate."

What happened next was something Jiang Ruan never expected.

It's probably never happened before.

It almost shocked her entire soul.
She struggled, but he held her hands down.

Then I succumbed to it completely and uncontrollably.

Jiang Ruan will never forget this moment.

Her cheeks were covered in a deep red that lingered for a very long time.

For a moment, I felt as if my soul was completely blank.

only.

Bo Ye is in her soul.

—

The next morning, Jiang Ruan almost arrived late.

When she rushed to the meeting point, everyone was already there. Jiang Ruan looked embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry, I overslept."

Seeing her flushed cheeks, Chen Jiao smiled and said, "It's alright, we just arrived too."

Jiang Ruan came to the middle of the group, turned around and looked around, then asked Chen Jiao curiously in a low voice, "Where's Brother Sun? Why haven't I seen him?"

Chen Jiao sighed: "The director was just talking about this when something happened to Brother Sun's family. I heard that his wife was in a car accident and he may have to withdraw from filming."

"Huh?" Jiang Ruan's eyes widened: "There are only a few episodes left to film."

He sighed again: "That's true. Making money is not as important as family. Brother Sun is not wrong either. Then we will be one person short."

“That’s right,” Chen Jiao said.

Director: "Jiang Ruan wasn't here just now, so I'll repeat it again."