Out of control and sinking

A man is working on a blue-and-white carved wooden sofa, his legs crossed with a laptop on them, his shoulders leaning lazily against a cushion, his noble face focused intently.

The moment Jiang Ruan saw him, she even thought she was seeing things.

Her red lips moved, and the emptiness in her heart that had lasted all day seemed to be instantly filled.

"You're back?" Bo Ye heard the noise, looked up at her, and spoke in a magnetic and gentle voice.

His dark eyes were as unfathomable as black holes, making it impossible to discern his emotions or guess what he was thinking.

Jiang Ruan felt as if that one glance lasted an eternity.

Seeing her standing there in a daze, Bo Ye raised an eyebrow, put down his notebook, stood up, and walked towards her.

"Why are you standing there like that?"

Before he could finish speaking, the person in front of him suddenly ran towards him.

Bo Ye instinctively opened his arms and hugged her tightly. Jiang Ruan held him tightly around the waist, her nose filled with the scent of his cologne.

Feel his body temperature.

At this moment, Jiang Ruan truly felt his presence.

Bo Ye really came.

She was holding him tightly.

"What's wrong?" Bo Ye wrapped his arms around her slender waist. She seemed even thinner than he had seen her in a month.

A strange look flashed in his dark eyes, and he looked down at her, asking, "Were you bullied?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head, her face buried against his chest.

She replied in a muffled voice, "No."

If you weren't bullied, why are you suddenly so listless?

In Bo Ye's memory, Jiang Ruan was bright and cheerful, and always an indestructible cockroach.

It wasn't as fragile as it is now.

Thinking about it, Bo Ye hugged her even tighter, and the two held each other tightly in the bedroom.

After calming herself down for a while, Jiang Ruan managed to suppress the tears welling up in her eyes.

She looked up, her small face beaming with barely suppressed joy, her red lips curving upwards: "I thought you were going to break your promise."

Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

He didn't send a single text message or make a single phone call.

Jiang Ruan had wondered if he might suddenly appear in front of her, since that was his usual style.

But he was afraid she would forget.

Bo Ye gently lifted a strand of hair from her cheek with his fingertips and tucked it behind her ear. He chuckled, "How could that be?" "I promised to spend Mid-Autumn Festival with you."

"Am I, Bo Ye, the kind of person who would break my word?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "No."

Before she could say anything, the man interrupted her: "Are you missing me, Jiang Ruan?"

He spoke with a smile, his eyes fixed on her with a playful yet enigmatic gaze.

That face, that tone.

Both were too lethal to Jiang Ruan.

Especially his focused gaze.

Holding him in her arms and being looked at like that, Jiang Ruan even had the illusion that she had been deeply in love with him for a long time.

But this time, Jiang Ruan didn't deny it.

She nodded, her red lips pouting, "Hmm, I guess I do miss you a little."

Upon hearing this, Bo Ye paused in his breath.

The things that had been suppressed deep within him seemed to erupt instantly; her initiative was, to him, a warm invitation, a salvation.

Bo Ye bent down and picked her up, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"ah!"

Jiang Ruan wrapped her arms around his neck and lay in his embrace. She blinked and reached out to touch his sharp chin, playfully lifting it slightly.

She asked him earnestly, "And what about you?"

Have you missed me over the past month?

Her face was full of sincerity.

No matter how arrogant Bo Ye was, he had to admit that the face he longed for was right in front of him.

She was right in his arms.

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