Out of control and sinking

What happened next was perfectly logical.

Bo Ye pulled the wool cushion off the sofa, laid it flat on the floor, and leaned down to kiss the woman's soft red lips fiercely.

Their breathing was already erratic, and in the heat of passion, his eyes were flushed with a shimmering red.

He kissed her lips, his dark eyes intense, his voice hoarse: "Why are you being so proactive today, hmm?"

Jiang Ruan hooked her arms around his neck like a fairy, her starry eyes sparkling, and giggled, "I was obviously very proactive yesterday, wasn't I?"

"Mr. Bo, aren't you always so self-assured and rational? How come you fell for it so easily?"

Without her even trying, Bo Ye took the bait.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Being rational with others is work, but being rational with my wife is just nonsense."

Another passionate kiss ensued.

With countless stars overhead, this place is both incredibly romantic and incredibly exciting.

This was the first time the two of them had ever been on an outdoor terrace.

Every cell in Bo Ye's body was screaming.

But his movements were exceptionally gentle.

Until the main event began, he suddenly remembered something, his burning eyes became restrained, and his voice became extremely hoarse.

"I didn't bring any condoms. No, I don't want you to take any. It's bad for your health."

Jiang Ruan grasped his hand: "I brought it."

"It's in my bag."

Bo Ye was so angry he almost laughed.

I got up to get it; it was a new, unopened box.

A rustling sound came from her ear. Jiang Ruan squinted and lay on the wool blanket, looking like a lazy fox spirit.

Bo Ye leaned back over and bit her earlobe, asking, "Wouldn't you say this was premeditated, hmm?"

Jiang Ruan pinched his abs and giggled, "I guess so."

She asked him, "Do you like it when I take the initiative?"

When asked the question, Bo Ye answered her directly with his actions.

How could I not like it?

As the night grew deeper and their emotions ran high, Bo Ye heard her murmur something, but he was caught off guard and didn't catch what she said.

He leaned close to her face, kissing her and hooking his arm around her: "What were you saying just now, hmm?"

Jiang Ruan closed her eyes, too exhausted to even move a hair.

My throat is incredibly dry.

She swallowed hard, her red lips moved, and she uttered one word after another.

"I love you."

Upon hearing those three words, Bo Ye was taken aback for a moment, and then he laughed.

His thin lips kissed her red lips, as if they were precious treasures; his kiss was exceptionally gentle.

In the midst of their tender embrace, he said in a powerful voice, "I love you too." "Bo Ye will always love Jiang Ruan."

I do not ask to be born in the same year, month, and year, but only to stay together for a lifetime and share a bed after a hundred years.

*
After returning to work, Jiang Ruan resumed her workaholic mode and, together with Sister Qin, selected several excellent scripts.

They filled all their schedules for the next three years.

After finishing all the filming invitations in Beijing, she led her team directly to the filming location.

The director of the new film is Jiang Ruan's long-time collaborator, someone who has watched her grow up.

Since everyone here is someone I know, it makes working together much easier.

Moreover, Jiang Ruan is now the rightful mistress of the Bo family and Bo Ye's wife. Who would dare to trip her up unless they didn't want to work in the entertainment industry anymore?

For the production team, Jiang Ruan was undoubtedly a great-aunt, the team's biggest financial backer.

Although Jiang Ruan was still a little uncomfortable with this, she had said several times in public that they were colleagues and there was no need to be too reserved.

But no matter what they were doing, everyone in the crew was eager to do it.

Although it contained a lot of flattery and respect.

But it did save her a lot of trouble in many ways, and after a while, Jiang Ruan stopped mentioning it.

Since they were willing, she wouldn't stand on ceremony. However, Jiang Ruan wasn't the type to be greedy or domineering.

He also frequently treated the crew to afternoon tea.

So they get along quite well.

That morning, Jiang Ruan stood in front of the bathroom mirror, looking at the conspicuous red mark on her neck, all the work of someone.

Her temper flared up immediately, and she turned around and went back to the bedroom, where the man was working against the bedside table.

She pointed angrily at her neck and said, "Look at this! This is all the mess you've made!"

"I told you we couldn't kiss, but you wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened! How am I supposed to film today?"

Bo Ye glanced at it, his eyes full of smugness, and his well-defined bones and ten fingers quickly tapped a few keys on the keyboard.

I sent it out, then closed the laptop and put it aside.

"Let me see." He reached out to her, pulled her closer, looked at her, and calmly said, "It's not that obvious."

"How about this, I'll tell the director you're not feeling well and need to rest for a couple of days before filming, okay?"

Jiang Ruan: "."

She laughed in exasperation, shaking off his hand: "So that's what you were planning, huh?"

"Bo Ye, you're becoming more and more like a scheming man."

After saying that, she snorted, turned around, and took out concealer to cover up her blemishes in front of the mirror.

Bo Ye touched the tip of his nose, admitting that he had indeed done it on purpose.

Leaning against the bedside table, he looked at her as she applied something to her neck in the vanity mirror and spoke.

"I'm just worried that you'll get too tired from filming."

(End of this chapter)