Bao Ye chuckled lightly, his sharp face wearing a faint smile. Seeing her fair and delicate feet exposed, he reached out to pinch them and teased, "It's not like I haven't seen them before, what are you so shy about?"
"It's not the same," Jiang Ruan quickly pulled her feet back. It was indeed stuffy under the blanket, and with a flushed face, she yanked the light quilt off, her small face puffed up: "You can't just leave me there like that."
Bao Ye: "I'm afraid you'll fall."
"But it's a toilet!" Jiang Ruan countered, "How could I fall?"
Utter nonsense.
He was just doing it on purpose, deliberately watching her look embarrassed.
Old Bo was scheming, she definitely could guess that.
With her staring at him, Bao Ye cleared his throat and said, "Fine, if you go again later, I'll put you there."
Jiang Ruan: "..."
"Do you want to wash up? Shall I carry you there?" Bao Ye asked thoughtfully.
