"Don't touch randomly."
A hoarse warning came, Bao Ye's dark eyes stared at her, emotions complex and intensely suppressed, with desires surging upwards, his gaze seemed ready to devour her.
Doesn't she know a man's waist cannot be touched at will?
However, Jiang Ruan was too drunk to understand what he meant by that.
She opened her arms and hugged his narrow waist directly, her chin resting on his arm, lips pouting, softly complaining: "You won't let me touch, if that's not anger, then what is?"
The conversation reached Chen Nan's ears.
Chen Nan nearly choked on his own saliva.
Don't touch randomly.
You won't let me touch.
Should he tactfully raise the divider in the car?
To avoid hearing or seeing things he shouldn't?
Mind your business, don't look.
Hearing her words, Bao Ye: "..."
Of course he's angry.
Bao Ye was just about to say something when he suddenly recalled her hugging that woman earlier during the call, and his expression changed instantly.
