Out of control and sinking

Bo Ye rarely heard her curse, but seeing her face turn red with anger and she was still cursing, he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Ruan was annoyed when she saw him staring at her with a strange look in his eyes. "They provoked me first. Is it wrong for me to scold them?"

Bo Ye's voice was low and husky: "That's right."

Jiang Ruan's mood immediately improved upon hearing this, and she gave a soft hum.

The words he was saying were practically welded onto his face.

Guess you know the truth.

Jiang Ruan lost interest in reading and casually put the book on the table. She held her face in her hands and sighed, "Sigh."

Bo Ye turned and got into bed, while Jiang Ruan leaned in. She was inside while he was outside; the two of them were already used to it.

He pulled up a soft pillow and leaned against it. The man's dark robe hung loosely at his waist, revealing his strong abdominal muscles and chest, exuding a wild and alluring charm.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms, adjusting his position, and looked at her softly, asking, "Why are you sighing?"

"Just a few parasites."

"It's not worth getting angry about."

Jiang Ruan leaned against him, and upon hearing this, she pouted, "Of course I know."

"But I'm still angry."

"Otherwise, Bo Ye, you'd be a good person and send them all directly to Myanmar—a female celebrity, a bureau chief, and Fang Cui."

“Let them go to Myanmar to work for three days. They’re too idle anyway, and they’re doing disgusting things. It’s better to let them go to Myanmar to mine coal and make them work for a lifetime. It would be a good thing for the working people.”

Jiang Ruan spoke in a serious tone, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger and disdain.

Bo Ye listened, a smile in his eyes: "Okay."

"Have someone arrange it tomorrow."

Jiang Ruan was joking with him.

To her surprise, he agreed immediately, and she looked up abruptly: "I was just kidding."

"Please don't! Li Xin is in the entertainment industry. Her new drama is airing these days and she's already trending on social media."

“Rong Cheng is the bureau chief.”

"If someone suddenly disappears, who knows what might happen next? Let's just be law-abiding citizens."

Bo Ye scoffed lightly, reluctantly squeezing her waist with his hand: "Coward."

"You were quite bold just now."

"You're scared so quickly?"

“I’m not afraid,” Jiang Ruan said. “I’m being rational. Didn’t you say it yourself? It’s not worth getting angry over a few parasites. Besides, I won’t use those methods to deal with them. That’s not the same as them. I want to openly and honestly crush them on the beach.”

"Ah."

Bo Ye said in a low voice, "You have ambition."

As he spoke, the hand around her waist began to move uncontrollably, but Jiang Ruan, lost in her daydreams, did not notice.

Bo Ye's question came from beside her: "Going to the company tomorrow?"

Jiang Ruan subconsciously said, "I'm not going. Sister Qin told me to rest for the next couple of days. She'll handle things for Fang Cui."

"But I don't want to be a coward. What's done is done, and I'll have to face it sooner or later..."

Before she could finish speaking, the hem of her nightgown suddenly shifted.

Jiang Ruan suddenly realized: "Hey, what are you doing?"

But it was too late to stop it.

Bo Ye suddenly turned over, his long arms supporting him on the bed. Under the dim yellow night light, the girl's small face was delicate and lovely, with fair and tender skin.

Those pink lips were even more alluring to him.

Bo Ye's breathing became slightly heavy, and he lowered his head to kiss her directly, savoring her sweetness.

Jiang Ruan reached out and pushed him away, saying in a daze, "I don't want it today, Bo Ye, I'm tired..."

She struggled quite a bit.

Bo Ye frowned, then simply took her small hand in his palm and raised it above his head.

A hot, burning kiss landed again, and this time Jiang Ruan was powerless to resist.

"Bo Ye".

Her sweet, soft yet slightly hoarse voice came through.

Bo Ye's breathing suddenly became heavy.

She was like a seductive beauty; even without doing anything, she could entice him to fall for her.

After a long, long time, his response came: "Mm."

Jiang Ruan was truly exhausted today. Usually, no matter how much he tormented her, she would always be sober in the end.

She fell asleep very quickly today. Jiang Ruan subconsciously thought that his kiss helped her sleep.
Bo Ye, who was in the middle of a passionate encounter and had already gone halfway through, looked at Jiang Ruan, who was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed in his arms, and his forehead and temples tensed up.

His breathing was very heavy.

His dark eyes were tinged with red, stained with desire, as if he had fallen into hell.

His Adam's apple bobbed incessantly.

Bo Ye closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and ultimately couldn't bear to wake her.

He rolled over and lay down next to her, but some things he couldn't just endure.

After a while, Bo Ye sat up in bed and looked at Jiang Ruan, who was sleeping soundly beside him. His temples twitched.

I got out of bed, slipped on my slippers, and went to the bathroom.

Bo Ye's mind was clear even after the cold water washed over him.

He glanced down and scoffed, "Go to sleep."

I patted it a few times, and only after I had completely calmed down did I dry myself off and return to the bedroom.

Lying in bed, Bo Ye reached out to hug Jiang Ruan, but his arm, which had just been rinsed with cold water, was ice-cold.

Jiang Ruan, still asleep, instinctively resisted him: "I'm cold, don't touch me."

She pushed him away mercilessly.

Bo Ye: "..."

Without saying a word, he pulled the person into his arms.

He tightly bound her waist, their bodies pressed close together, and whispered in her ear.

"You still dare to complain."

"It's all your fault."

He got carried away, but she fell asleep.

But he couldn't bear to wake her up.

What the hell is going on?

Bo Ye, with a cold face, forcibly closed his eyes and hypnotized himself to sleep.

But he didn't sleep well that night.

Perhaps the bedroom air conditioner was set too low.

He took a cold shower in the middle of the night and came out right after.

By daybreak, Bo Ye had developed a high fever.

Jiang Ruan was initially woken up by the heat; it was as if she had been sleeping with a stove in her arms.

She felt a little uncomfortable from the heat.

When she opened her eyes, she found that she wasn't holding a stove, but Bo Ye!
And at that moment, his whole body was burning up!
Jiang Ruan touched him and immediately sensed something was wrong. She got up and touched his forehead.

It was indeed extremely hot!
The temperature is so high it's almost burning your hands.

Jiang Ruan instantly regained her senses. She frowned; it was obvious she had a fever, and a high fever at that.

Seeing the man's pale face flushed an unnatural red, she called his name: "Bo Ye? Bo Ye, wake up."

The man, however, showed no reaction whatsoever.

She didn't react even when he shook her.

It was 5:30 a.m.

Jiang Ruan couldn't wake him up, so she had to get out of bed to find a thermometer and take her temperature.

High fever of 40 degrees Celsius.

Jiang Ruan stared at the thermometer, completely dumbfounded: "My God, it's so high."

She quickly called her family doctor.

The call connected quickly; the person on the other end, clearly woken up, asked, "Hello?"

"Hello, doctor, Bo Ye has a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius. What should we do?"

The person on the other end sighed and said, "Then give him fever-reducing medicine."

"It's in the fourth drawer of the table on the far right in your bedroom. Inside there is... You can boil some water for him to drink, and... You can give him two pills, and his fever will break tomorrow."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruan's mind was filled with the medicine the doctor had mentioned. She opened the drawer and sure enough, she saw it.

She busied herself for a while, then brought the warm medicine back to the bedside, only to find Bo Ye lying on the bed with his eyes closed and no reaction whatsoever.

Getting the medicine down the throat became the problem.