Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan blinked, not understanding: "Huh?"

The man leaned closer to her cheek, his sharp features and thin lips slowly uttering a few words: "Smiling so sweetly."

"It will make people think you're begging for favors."

Bo Ye spoke the last two words with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ruan's cheeks flushed bright red instantly, and she almost bit her tongue: "That's enough, Bo Ye."

"Fine, then I won't smile at you anymore, okay? It's clearly your own unhealthy thinking that caused this misunderstanding!"

Bo Ye had already stood up straight, his pajamas looking exceptionally neat on him, exuding a lazy yet noble air.

He said, "Looks like your stomach doesn't hurt anymore, you even have the energy to argue with me now."

"Tsk."

"I spent so much effort cooking this bowl of soup, and I didn't even hear you say thank you once."

"I won't cook it anymore."

Jiang Ruan was about to pick up her bowl when she heard this and quickly said, "Don't do that, I just forgot."

Jiang Ruan smiled at him and said, "Thank you for making me brown sugar water. I'm so touched, thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Her tone was sincere, though.

Seeing her smiling face, Bo Ye's lips twitched slightly, but he suppressed the smile and coughed lightly.

He replied in a very aloof tone: "You're welcome."

The brown sugar water cooled down quickly.

Jiang Ruan picked it up, scooped up a spoonful, and drank it. It was sweet and had a hint of ginger, but it wasn't spicy.

Overall, it's still a flavor she prefers.

Bo Ye leaned against the bedside table reading a book. He had a habit of reading before going to bed at night, which he had maintained for many years.

The sound of the spoon interrupted Bo Ye's thoughts. He looked up and saw her drinking, so he couldn't help but ask, "How is it?"

"I added ginger, is it spicy?"

Jiang Ruan looked over and replied, "It's not spicy, the flavor is just right."

Jiang Ruan praised, "It seems that President Bo has a real talent for cooking."

"Keep up the good work in the future."

Bo Ye: "..."

He scoffed, "Taking an inch and wanting a mile."

But Bo Ye never expected that one day he would actually cook three meals a day for her.

After finishing the brown sugar water, Jiang Ruan asked the maid to take the soup bowl out.

Her mouth still tasted of brown sugar. She was about to go wash up when her eyes lit up, and she mischievously moved closer to Bo Ye. Her small hand grabbed his pajama sleeve: "Bo Ye, want some candy?"

Bo Ye had just closed his book when he heard this and glanced at her, already knowing what she was thinking.

"Don't eat."

"Go rinse your mouth."

Bo Ye is a clean freak, especially after washing up.

Jiang Ruan licked her red lips, deliberately tempting her: "Really not going to try some? It's very sweet, isn't it?"

She blinked her large, beautiful eyes.

Faced with her temptation, Bo Ye was speechless.

He narrowed his dark eyes and said in a low voice.

"Give you two choices."

"First: Go rinse your mouth."

"Second: Follow me yuxuefenzhan."

"Choose for yourself."

Less than three seconds after the words were spoken, the person in front of him hurriedly climbed off the bed, slipped on his slippers, and rushed to the bathroom.

The speed is astonishing.

Bo Ye was stunned for a moment, and only after the bathroom door closed did he look away, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

This woman... really is...

When he's with her, he either gets so angry he'll die, or she'll make him laugh.

Bo Ye shook his head helplessly, feeling that he must have owed her something in his past life, so he was here to pay off his debt in this life.

Jiang Ruan quickly finished washing up.

Lying in Bo Ye's arms, he was like a giant furnace, and she clung tightly to him.

During her period, Jiang Ruan felt cold all over.

Bo Ye knew this, so he pulled her into his arms.

There was only one nightlight left in the room.

The dim, yellowish light shone down and fell on the foot of the bed; the bedroom was unusually quiet.

Neither of them was asleep; it was so quiet that they could hear each other breathing.

After drinking the brown sugar water, Jiang Ruan's abdomen felt better, but she was still not very comfortable.

Unable to resist raising her hand, she had just covered her stomach when she heard Bo Ye's voice in her ear.