Bao Ye stretched out his hand. Jiang Ruan complained, but still placed her hand in his palm.
As soon as she put it there, it was warmly held and pulled back, making Jiang Ruan sit steadily in Bao Ye's arms, with his arms around her slender waist.
Bao Ye looked down at her, pinching her small face with his fingertips, "When did I get angry?"
"Oh, so now you're making sense, huh? I can't say anything to you?"
His voice was very calm, and his expression indifferent, but it did seem like he wasn't angry. Jiang Ruan took the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck, "Bao Ye, can we discuss something?"
"How about we reach an agreement?"
Jiang Ruan looked at the man very seriously and said.
Bao Ye: "Speak."
"Can you stop saying this phrase when you talk to me from now on?" Jiang Ruan cleared her throat and said, "Don't make me repeat it a second time."
Bao Ye raised his eyebrows, looked down at her, "Why?"
