Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan looked up, her thick eyelashes glistening with moisture, a strange sense of desolation about her.

Bo Ye felt a pang of heartache watching her, tightening his arms around her waist, his dark eyes fixed on her with undisguised tenderness.

"You are not alone."

"And I."

The magnetic voice that entered Jiang Ruan's ears was more dazzling than the fireworks outside the window.

The most beautiful love words in the world are nothing more than this.

The atmosphere was so nice that Jiang Ruan's heart was racing. She pouted and said, "My feet hurt, I don't want to wear high heels anymore."

Bo Ye glanced at him; he was indeed quite tall. "Then take it off?"

As he spoke, he stopped and was about to release her waist and bend down.

"I can do it myself," Jiang Ruan said, tearing off the tape and throwing her high heels onto the rose-covered ground beside her.

Without high heels, Jiang Ruan suddenly became much shorter than Bo Ye.

Bai Zhe's delicate feet stepped on rose petals.

It made her even more beautiful.

They are lovable.

Bo Ye's throat tightened as he watched. Jiang Ruan, as if remembering something, wrapped her arms around his neck and then placed her two small feet on his leather shoes.

This way, all the weight was on Bo Ye's feet.

She gave him a playful smile: "Am I heavy?"

Bo Ye smiled, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and bounced with her: "It's not heavy."

"I think I forgot to tell you something," Jiang Ruan said. "Happy New Year, Bo Ye."

She spoke each word very seriously.

A glint flashed in Bo Ye's eyes as he held her in his arms. Fireworks lit up the sky outside the window. Compared to the loneliness he experienced in previous years, this feeling was truly wonderful.

"Well, Happy New Year."

The two of them danced together, embracing each other.

Jiang Ruan leaned against Bo Ye's chest, and Bo Ye held her, bearing her entire weight.

When the song ended, Jiang Ruan asked him, "Are you tired? Why don't you take a break?"

Bo Ye clicked his tongue lightly.

He teased her, "You underestimate your man?" Jiang Ruan shook her head, "No."

I was worried about you getting tired.

Look how well-behaved she is.

But Bo Ye said meaningfully, "The night is still long, and the hardest part is yet to come."

Jiang Ruan: "."

Damn, I got it instantly.

His gaze fell on her flushed ear tips, and Bo Ye chuckled. His laughter was magnetic and had a slightly tingling quality.

Fireworks are still going off outside.

This is the best viewing platform in the entire capital city.

After jumping around for a while, Bo Ye picked Jiang Ruan up and carried her to the sofa by the window.

Let's watch the fireworks together.

Nestled in his arms, surrounded by his unique scent, Jiang Ruan felt incredibly at ease listening to his heartbeat.

"What are you thinking about?" A deep, mellow male voice sounded in her ear, close to her ear, watching her deep in thought.

Jiang Ruan looked up as her thoughts were interrupted.

Their eyes met, and his gaze was gentle. She suddenly became interested: "When I was little, the thing I looked forward to most every day was the New Year."

Bo Ye: "Why? Just for the excitement?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "No, it's because my hometown is very poor. We only have fireworks during the Spring Festival. We can't see them at other times."

"And there are lots of delicious foods during the Chinese New Year."

Her little face was full of longing.

Bo Ye chuckled, took her small hand and played with it in his palm: "I didn't realize you liked to eat that."

"Eating the same few bites every day, I thought you were going to become an immortal."

Jiang Ruan rolled her eyes: "I like to eat too, but my job doesn't allow me to get fat."

"I have no choice. I have to survive because of the pressure of life."

"For female celebrities, nothing is more annoying than gaining weight and getting acne; it's practically self-destructive."

(End of this chapter)