Out of control and sinking

Seeing her wildcat-like movements, Bo Ye's lips curled into a smile. As he passed the front desk, he glanced at the middle-aged man.

The man understood instantly.

A few moments after they left, all the photos on the phones of the people who had taken the photos, as recorded by the surveillance camera, were asked to be deleted.

Inside the car, Jiang Ruan was genuinely sleepy.

As soon as the car tilted to one side, she leaned against Bo Ye and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

The man turned his head, his dark eyes gazing at her sleeping face in the dim light inside the car.

She was exceptionally serene, with long, thick eyelashes, a pert little nose, and below that, sweet and soft pink lips.

Bo Ye paused slightly, staring at it for a long while.

I kind of want to kiss him.

And that's exactly what he did.

The man wrapped his arm around her waist, using the angle to keep leaning closer to her. His figure was backlit by the car's interior light, casting shadows on her face, until his thin, rosy lips kissed her red lips.

It was soft, just as he had imagined.

It's sweet.

It's peach flavored.

Bo Ye kissed her repeatedly, tossing and turning in his sleep.

As if mesmerized, it raised its head and then lowered it again.

The movements were very light and gentle.

I was afraid of waking her up.

Ahead, the driver is driving.

Just then, the traffic light turned green, and he looked up without thinking.

I saw Bo Xilai stealing a kiss from Miss Jiang!
Oh my god, so sweet!
I never imagined that President Bo would actually do something like stealing a kiss while someone is asleep!
It's clear how much Mr. Bo likes Miss Jiang!
From now on, they must cling to Miss Jiang's leg, sob sob sob.

Seeing this made him want to be in a relationship too.

The sadness of being single.

Jiang Ruan slept the whole way, but woke up just before getting off the bus. She opened her eyes groggily and saw herself leaning against Bo Ye. Her voice was hoarse as she asked, "Where are we?"

Bo Ye's voice was clear and cold: "Beijing-Tianjin Road."

"Oh, we're almost there." Jiang Ruan sat up straight, stretched, and her neck was sore.

The man replied, "Mm."

Just as he was about to turn his head, he heard Jiang Ruan's surprised voice: "Strange, why are my lips swollen?"

"It wasn't there a moment ago." "Could it be because you have a sore throat?"

Jiang Ruan pursed her lips, sensing something was wrong. She touched it and found it was indeed a little swollen.

She took a mirror out of her bag and looked at herself.

Bo Ye paused, remained silent for a few seconds, and then watched her look in the mirror with a blank expression.

You can't tell at all.

The reason was that he accidentally bit her when he kissed her earlier.

Fortunately, she was fast asleep and only hissed softly; she did not wake up.

Bo Ye said calmly, "Maybe."

Jiang Ruan had no suspicions whatsoever, and she never expected him to steal a kiss from her while she was asleep. She pouted and said, "I'll drink some medicine to cool you down when we get back."

Upon hearing those two words, Bo Ye's dark eyes brightened slightly.

He said in a strange tone, "No need to drink."

"Huh?" Jiang Ruan said, "I'm so hot-tempered."

“There are other ways,” Bo Ye said.

Jiang Ruan had just woken up, her brain cells not fully recovered yet. She blinked and asked him curiously, "What method?"

Besides taking medicine, what other methods can reduce internal heat?

He saw her looking at him earnestly, as innocent and kind as a naive little rabbit.

Bo Ye's hidden mischievousness suddenly surfaced. He smiled and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

He uttered two words in a teasing and joking tone.

The driver didn't actually hear that.

The voice was too soft; even straining my ears, I couldn't hear what Bo Ye was saying.

He was also curious about what other methods besides taking medicine could reduce internal heat.

But Jiang Ruan heard it clearly.

Her little face instantly turned bright red.

Her face flushed and her heart pounded as she glared at Bo Ye, glanced at the driver in front of her, and then lowered her voice to scold him, "Have you no shame?"

Her fire is the kind of fire that gets inflamed, okay?

That's not the kind of fire.

It makes it seem like she's some kind of super strong person.