He kept his eyes tightly closed, his expression calm, showing not even a ripple of emotion.
Jiang Ruan didn't care whether he could hear her or not, her heart was pounding like thunder, feeling like it might leap out of her throat.
Courage and boldness never experienced before.
After speaking, she obediently snuggled back into his arms, holding the man's narrow waist, smelling the scent of cologne, and quickly fell asleep.
Not until he heard the steady breathing of the girl beside him did Bao Ye dare open his eyes, his dark eyes unable to conceal the turmoil within.
He lowered his gaze, watching her sleep soundly, even the corners of her lips were slightly upturned.
He pressed his thin lips together, yet a subtle smile passed through his eyes, and he held her a bit tighter, with his chin resting against her soft shoulder.
He let out a breath.
Perhaps, since a long time ago, he had already fully grown accustomed to her.
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