Out of control and sinking

At close range, the smell of smoke and alcohol that Bo Ye had been smelling all night was suddenly dispelled by her natural jasmine fragrance, and the man's eyes became dark and unreadable.

She wore a white V-neck dress, her slender waist held in his palm, as if she would break if he exerted too much force.

Her snow-white collarbone outlines her swan-like neck, an invisible allure.

Bo Ye's Adam's apple bobbed violently as he leaned closer to her, his voice hoarse as he demanded, "Sit if you want, get up if you don't? What do you take my legs for?"

Jiang Ruan replied, "My man's legs."

Bo Ye: "..."

He froze for a moment.

Meeting her smiling yet resolute eyes, it was as if I were confirming that these words came from her mouth.

That’s true.

Anyway, he held her waist, preventing her from getting up.

Jiang Ruan simply wrapped her arms around his neck, snuggled into his embrace, and looked at him expectantly, pouting, "What, you're my man, can't I sit on my man's lap?"

As she spoke, Jiang Ruan pouted and sighed pitifully, "If it doesn't work, then I won't sit here next time."

"Oh right, I just kissed you. So next time, if you don't agree, I won't kiss you again."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Bo Ye was so angry that he actually laughed. He pinched her small face with his well-defined fingers.

Chubby and plump.

Unable to hold back, she used a little force: "So, you're trying to turn the tables on me?"

Jiang Ruan hissed, "It hurts."

Bo Ye loosened his grip slightly, and Jiang Ruan asked him, "So, are you my man or not?"

She was a little apprehensive.

And stubbornness.

If he dares to say no.

Damn it, she left immediately.

Bo Ye replied, "Yes."

In an instant, Jiang Ruan's mood improved greatly.

Despite the exhaustion of driving out late at night to find him, she searched from upstairs to downstairs.

Jiang Ruan smiled and asked him again, "Can I sit on your legs? Can I kiss your lips?"

She teased him with a smile.

It's like flirting.

Bo Ye's suppressed mood from the previous night immediately improved. A smile curved his lips as he leaned close to her ear and said, "Not only can you sit, you can also sit." "Want to try?"

Jiang Ruan didn't react: "Huh?"

In the dim light, Bo Ye's eyes were filled with ambiguity.

That direct gaze practically told her what it meant.

Jiang Ruan realized what was happening, her ears instantly turned bright red, and she pushed him away.

Just then, Bo Ye was caught off guard and she managed to break free.

"That's enough, Bo Ye."

The man chuckled softly.

Jiang Ruan sat down not far from him and snorted coldly: "If I hadn't come, would you have let that woman climb on your lap?"

Bo Ye replied calmly, "No."

Jiang Ruan knew, of course, that wouldn't happen.

With Bo Ye's discerning eye, what kind of women, socialites, and aristocrats haven't he seen, both inside and outside the entertainment circle?

At the very least, he wouldn't be interested in a woman in a bar.

"He keeps calling me 'brother' all the time."

Jiang Ruan said disdainfully, "She doesn't even know you. What kind of brother are you? You're more like Qian Duo's brother."

"Do all men like this type?"

When asked the question, Bo Ye did not answer. Instead, he bent down, picked up a cigarette from the table, took one out, put it in his mouth, and lit it.

Every gesture exudes an air of refined elegance.

She looks incredibly sexy, especially when she's half-closing her eyes while smoking.

Jiang Ruan was immediately distracted.

Bo Ye quipped, "Tsk, are you jealous?"

Jiang Ruan snapped out of her daze and pouted, "How could I possibly be jealous?"

"I don't know if others like it or not," Bo Ye laughed. "But don't you know what type I like?"

Jiang Ruan looked away: "I don't know."

"I'm not a mind reader, how could I possibly know what type of woman you like?"

P.S.: The previous chapter was a Pb.