"Does it still hurt?"
In the dim light, Jiang Ruan opened her eyes and met the man's calm, deep, and dark eyes, which were looking at her.
As their gazes locked, she softly murmured, "Mm."
The next second, she felt Bao Ye move her hand away and then his fingertips unbuttoned her pajamas, his warm palm pressed against her abdomen.
Jiang Ruan shivered slightly, perhaps because it was too warm.
She instinctively said, "No need, Bao Ye."
"You've been busy all day too. Just sleep."
But Bao Ye said, "Close your eyes."
His tone was always a habitual command, perhaps from years of being a CEO.
The aura was ingrained in his bones.
Jiang Ruan's eyelashes fluttered lightly, but she obediently closed her eyes.
With her vision plunged into darkness, her senses were particularly acute. She could feel Bao Ye massaging her stomach, and warmth spread in Jiang Ruan's heart.
The feeling was like a sudden burst of light in hell, pulling her out of the darkness.
