"Tsk." Bao Ye teased, "Next time you don't have to wear it, eating too much lipstick won't poison you, right?"
Jiang Ruan reapplied her lipstick, clicked the cap back on, and slipped her slender hand into her bag, turning her head with a smile, "Oh, but it will, my dear Mr. Bao, not only will it poison, it'll go straight to the bone."
She raised her hand, letting it fall on his neatly pressed suit, her fingertips slowly gliding to his chest.
The fabric was thin, and the warmth of her fingers was clearly felt.
Just as Jiang Ruan was about to speak, her hand was grasped by Bao Ye's large hand, immobilizing it. The man's Adam's apple bobbed twice forcefully, and his dark eyes were filled with a mix of uncertainty and desire, his voice hoarse, "Stop teasing me."
"If you push me too far, I wouldn't mind taking you right here."
Here?
Jiang Ruan never expected him to say such a thing, her eyes widened suddenly, her cheeks flushing red.
