In the dim light, the two of them stayed quietly as his hands gently pressed against her calf, and a sweet smile appeared at the corner of Jiang Ruan's lips.
She said, "That's what they say, but which female celebrity doesn't wish they could be a little taller."
Sighing, she added, "If I were as tall as you, I wouldn't wear high heels to parties. I could crush them in flats."
She lifted her head proudly and said.
Bao Ye scoffed softly, amused by her playful words, then threw cold water: "Not possible in this life, maybe in the next."
Jiang Ruan hummed happily, propping herself up on the bed with her hands, gazing at the man's focused face, she smiled contentedly.
"It's truly an honor for me to have Mr. Bao massage my legs."
Bao Ye glanced at her: "Don't get cocky, there's a return to be made."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Ruan was startled and started to pull her leg back: "Then I don't need you to massage."
The man effortlessly clasped her ankle.
