Out of control and sinking

The man's face suddenly loomed closer, his dark eyes staring intently at her small face. He pressed the orange he was biting against her lips and then kissed her.

Jiang Ruan leaned against him, her heart pounding wildly, her thick eyelashes trembling slightly.

She couldn't help but give in and accept the orange he fed her with his mouth.

The sweet taste of oranges immediately filled my mouth.

The juice is rich and flavorful.

Bo Ye looked up, his eyes full of laughter, and put his arm around her waist, teasing, "How is it, Jiang Ruan? Did I feed you sweeter?"

Jiang Ruan blushed, gave him a coquettish look, and admitted, "Yes."

In a sweet, coquettish voice, she said, "How could it not be sweet if Mr. Bo feeds me personally?"

Bo Ye let out a lazy "tsk" sound from the corner of his lips.

"Be serious."

"You're being so sweet, I'd think you're begging me for sex."

His eyes were full of mockery.

Jiang Ruan's cheeks instantly turned bright red: "I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

The man chuckled softly.

She was soft and cuddly, and it felt very comfortable to hold her in my arms; she was so thin that she didn't even have much weight.

Bo Ye teased her for a while, then went back to work. He has always been very self-disciplined, and even if she was by his side, he would never abandon his work.

While he was busy, Jiang Ruan hugged a cushion and scrolled through Weibo.

The two stayed quietly.

It gave her a strange sense of peace and tranquility, and the fact that she could see him just by looking up made Jiang Ruan feel very good.

She would secretly peek at him from time to time.

It's often said that men are most attractive when they're focused on their work, and it's certainly true.

Watching Bo Ye type away furiously, seeing his furrowed brows as he replied to text messages, every move he made exuded the aura of a domineering CEO.

Jiang Ruan rested her chin on the cushion, staring at him with starry eyes.

In fact, Bo Ye had already discovered it long ago.

But he's busy.

Moreover, being admired by one's woman greatly satisfies a man's ego.

Bo Ye was filled with pride.

By the time Bo Ye finished his work, it was already dark outside.

The man shut down his computer and then realized that she was unusually quiet beside him. He turned his head and saw that Jiang Ruan had fallen asleep hugging a pillow at some point.

It's very small and slender.

She nestled on the sofa, her little feet crossed. Bo Ye's eyes flickered slightly, and he moved a little closer to her, listening to her steady breathing. His gaze fell on her small, delicate face.

After a while, the man got up to get a light blanket and covered her with it.

Then I turned off the room lights.

Only the nightlights remain.

Then go back to her.

The sofa is large enough for two people to lie down.

Bo Ye quietly climbed up and lay down beside her.

He rubbed his tired brow, closed his eyes, and went to catch up on sleep with her.

The girl's soft body was in his arms, and his nose was filled with her fragrance, familiar yet delicate. Bo Ye's heart instantly calmed down.

Downstairs, it's already dinnertime.

An hour ago, President Bo told them to start preparing.

Everything was ready, but there was no sound from upstairs.

But not a single servant dared to go upstairs to remind them.

Everyone knows that President Bo and Miss Jiang are in the bedroom.

It's rare to see President Bo working from home today.

What if the young couple gets carried away with their passion and, cough cough, does it in the bedroom...?

They went in and happened to run into them.

That would be like walking right into Bo Xilai's trap.

So I consciously put the food into the insulated box and then went about my business.

When it's time to eat, Mr. Bo will naturally call them.

Jiang Ruan slept very lightly.

She turned over in a daze, but something cold and hard pressed against her waist. Jiang Ruan frowned and woke up instantly.

what is this.

When she opened her eyes, she found herself lying in Bo Ye's arms. Reaching out, she touched the cool, smooth beads on his right wrist.

It turned out to be a Buddhist prayer bead.

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