CHAPTER 20: CHAPTER 18: HE’S MY MAN

The purple shirt was left loose around his waist after he toyed with it, creating many wrinkles in the fabric. Bao Ye eyed it coldly, and Jiang Ruan felt a fire burning in her heart.

What does it mean to do kissing scenes but not C scenes?

She had never filmed a C scene with anyone.

His words were so vile.

But then she remembered she was the one who started it, having sworn not to do any kissing scenes, yet here she was, filming one again.

Jiang Ruan took a deep breath.

She reached out and hooked her arms around his neck, leaned down, and slowly moved closer to him, her thick eyelashes fluttering like a butterfly.

Bao Ye’s eyes were calm and steady, staring straight at her as she approached until her soft red lips pressed against his thin lips, and his calm heart was no longer calm.

His breathing became heavier, his fingers hanging casually by his thigh trembled slightly.

With the close distance, watching her earnestly kiss him, she was sweet, like cotton candy, gently pecking at him.

But to him, it was clearly seduction.

It was desire mixed with retreat.

It was temptation.

How could Bao Ye resist? He turned his head and bit her blushing earlobe, his voice hoarse and provocative: "Help me with the buttons."

Jiang Ruan opened her eyes and reached out.

But he captured her hand, his eyes betraying an undeniable lust: "With Z."

Jiang Ruan’s face turned crimson.

"I don’t know how," came a voice as soft as a mosquito.

Bao Ye’s voice was deep: "Try."

Jiang Ruan could only try.

The shirt was very thin; the buttons were hard to unfasten.

Very soon, one area turned deep purple.

It looked particularly conspicuous.

Jiang Ruan felt helpless, estimating that this shirt was probably ruined.

But she continued to try hard.

Bao Ye’s hands on her waist showed bulging veins, and his Adam’s apple became more seductive.

When the buttons were undone, Bao Ye lost all reason, grabbed her waist, and suddenly turned around.

He pinched her slender, fair throat, kissing her passionately and dominantly, like a robber.

Even more excessive was, after making her cry, Bao Ye questioned her in her ear over and over.

"Will you still film kissing scenes, hmm?"

His voice was hoarse.

Jiang Ruan clung tightly to his muscular arm, like it was her lifeline, her voice tearful: "I won’t... Bao Ye..."

"Dare you?" he asked again.

Jiang Ruan: "I don’t dare."

The veins on Bao Ye’s forehead bulged, his pale skin was drenched in sweat, watching her nearly broken appearance, not only did he not feel distressed, but he wanted to torment her even more.

He asked her once more: "Who am I to you?"

"You are Bao Ye," Jiang Ruan bit her lip.

"And who is Bao Ye to you?" his voice carried a chill.

Jiang Ruan’s mind was dizzy, yet her gaze met the man’s deep, dark eyes clearly, feeling as if she would be sucked into them in an instant.

Drown in his eyes.

Her throat was dry, parched and husky: "You are my man."

This answer pleased Bao Ye immensely.

"Good girl deserves a reward."

Jiang Ruan wanted to cry. Could she refuse this reward?

But she had no right to refuse.

In the end, Jiang Ruan closed her eyes, and except for breathing, she was completely unconscious.

Like a broken piece of white cloth.

Splattered with all sorts of colors.

Except for her neck, which looked particularly frightful.

Her skin was truly delicate; a single mark would look especially alarming.

Disoriented, Jiang Ruan felt herself being picked up.

Very soon, she was surrounded by hot water.

It seemed someone was bathing her.

But she didn’t want to open her eyes at all.

Who was it?

Was it Bao Ye?

Jiang Ruan pondered and just leaned back to sleep.

The knee patch was ruined by water, Bao Ye simply cleaned her, removed her makeup, tidied her up, and then carried her back to the big bed.

She slept soundly, her cheeks fair and tender, a shadow underneath her eyelashes.

Bao Ye removed the unusable knee patch.

Tossed it in the trash, then used wet wipes to clean her knee, staring at the bruised knee, his gaze intense.

Then he brought a new one to stick on.

Covering her with the blanket, he put on a robe and went to the balcony to smoke.

He didn’t draw the curtains; after all, she was a celebrity, afraid of paparazzi stalking at night.

To avoid unnecessary trouble.

He took out his phone, dialing a call.

In the dead of night, the man’s voice was low, cold with a hint of malice, like the King Yan coming out of hell.

Issuing commands.

After hanging up, he finished his cigarette and opened the window for ventilation.

After a while, he returned to the bedroom.

Lying down beside her, within minutes, she instinctively rolled into his embrace.

Bao Ye paused, a hint of surprise crossed his dark eyes.

Watching her fair cheek rub against his chest, like a kitten, she soon fell into deep sleep.

His heart was inexplicably contented.

He raised a hand to wrap around her thin waist.

Embracing each other, they quickly fell asleep.

The next day.

When Jiang Ruan woke up, it was already twelve noon.

The bedroom was curtained, no lights on, pitch black, and when Jiang Ruan opened her eyes, she thought it was dawn.

Turning her head, the person beside her was already gone.

She blinked, had he gone back to Beijing?

Thinking this, Jiang Ruan’s mood brightened.

Finally sent this ancestor away.

If he didn’t leave, she would have to send herself away.

Shooting during the day was so tiring, and at night, both her mind and body had to work.

If she wasn’t exhausted, it would be strange.

But when she turned on her phone, she discovered it was already noon!

She had slept until noon!

Jiang Ruan stared wide-eyed.

Luckily, she was filming in the afternoon today.

Otherwise, she would be doomed.

Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at her skin that could almost not be looking at, she cursed Bao Ye a thousand times in her heart.

When Jiang Ruan got dressed and got out of bed, her legs were limp.

And what terrified her more was.

Just as she opened the door, Jiang Ruan saw Bao Ye sitting on her sofa in pajamas, his chest casually exposed and hair messy, frowning while working?

Jiang Ruan rubbed her eyes.

Why is he still here?

Is it possible she opened the door the wrong way?

"Awake?" Upon hearing the noise, Bao Ye glanced up momentarily, seeing her dumbfounded and standing there, looking foolish.

The man’s thin lips curved slightly: "Why are you standing there? Haven’t slept enough at this hour?"

Jiang Ruan almost blurted out: Why are you still here.

Why haven’t you left yet.

How long are you planning to stay here. Boo hoo hoo.

Her lower back can’t take it anymore.

Jiang Ruan rubbed her back as she approached, sighing: "I’ve slept enough."

"I’m going to wash up. What do you want to eat? I’ll have the hotel send it up."

Bao Ye’s eyes didn’t leave the computer, his hands typing on the keyboard, clearly busy with work, and he replied lightly: "I’ve already had them prepare something."

Jiang Ruan remembered then, this hotel belongs to him.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she muttered without much emotion: "Oh."

She turned around and headed to the bathroom.

After finishing her wash-up, she just opened the door.

Bao Ye was standing by the door.

Jiang Ruan was thinking about something and was startled: "What are you doing?"

"Washing up."

"Oh."

He didn’t move aside, and Jiang Ruan couldn’t get past.

She could only stand there, staring at him. What does this mean?

Why not let me through first?

This angle.

But Bao Ye thought she was staring at his chest.

The man raised an eyebrow slightly.

Bao Ye straightened his slightly bent legs, instantly making him two heads taller than her, making her seem like a primary school student due to the height difference.

Looking down at her, he seemed indifferent as he casually tugged at the collar of his pajamas, revealing even more.

Lazy, casual, exuding charm.

The words "Had enough of looking?" were on the tip of his tongue.

Bao Ye had already prepared the tone.

But before he could speak it out.

He heard her say expressionlessly: "Can you move aside, you’re blocking my way."

Bao Ye: "..."

Lunch was a Chinese meal arranged by Bao Ye, very light, with red bean and barley porridge, egg pancakes, and a few vegetarian dishes.

Not a bit of meat.

Not Jiang Ruan’s usual iced Americano and toast.

But today she was really hungry.

Having not eaten anything last night and having been messed around by him all night.

Now, smelling the aroma of the food, she was like a starving ghost, grabbing the egg pancake and stuffing it into her mouth.

In contrast, Bao Ye wore a freshly ironed white shirt and black trousers, the shirt sleeves folded to his forearm, his muscular, manly arms exposed to the air.

His hair was a perfect middle part, neat and tidy.

Exuding the aura of a superior, a big boss.

At this moment, he was holding a spoon, eating porridge in a gentlemanly and elegant manner, taking small bites.

His phone was playing the morning news, all in English.

Bao Ye has a habit of listening to the morning news.

Jiang Ruan didn’t pay attention at all.

At this moment, all she had in her eyes was the egg pancake.

The egg pancake was fragrant and tender, exuding the aroma of eggs.

Jiang Ruan’s appetite was whetted, eating and praising: "This egg pancake is so good."

Bao Ye listened, glancing at her with his dark eyes.

Seeing her gobble down the food, his brows furrowed with disdain: "Eat slower."

No one is going to snatch it from her.

He pushed the porridge towards her: "Have some porridge."

Don’t choke.

As soon as Jiang Ruan swallowed the egg pancake in her mouth, Bao Ye handed over a napkin: "Wipe your mouth."

Her mouth was all oily.

Jiang Ruan: "..."

Damn neat freak gentleman.

She was on the verge of starving to death, so what’s wrong with eating faster.

Can’t stand it, could he switch to another table?

She reached out and took it, folded it twice, and wiped her mouth HARD, saying: "No need to be disgusted, haven’t you kissed me countless times already."

Bao Ye: "..."

Each of them continued eating their own meal.

No one paid attention to the other.

Jiang Ruan drank a bowl of porridge, then served another half bowl.

There’s filming to do in the afternoon, and only when full does she have the energy to work.

Besides, who eats porridge for lunch?

She wanted to eat meat.

Seeing the man acting all otherworldly and elegantly eating porridge, Jiang Ruan felt contemptuous deep down.

Suddenly she thought of something, gripped her spoon tightly, and while eating porridge, she tried probing: "When do you plan on returning to Beijing?"

He has been here for two days.

Still not leaving?

After she spoke, Jiang Ruan kept her head down eating porridge, pretending to casually mention it.

Upon being asked, Bao Ye glanced at her, his tone calm: "You seem keen for me to leave soon."

"What’s wrong, will it stop affecting your kissing scenes if I leave?"

"Cough!" Jiang Ruan couldn’t hold back, choking on the porridge directly.

She turned her head, pulled a tissue, and covered her mouth, coughing.

Her small face blushing from the coughing.

Bao Ye frowned, raising a hand to pat her back: "How are you?"

Jiang Ruan coughed for a while.

He brought over warm water and handed it to her: "Have some water to ease it."

Jiang Ruan: "Thanks."

Drinking half a cup of water, she finally recovered.

Putting down the cup, her cheeks even redder, she glared at him angrily: "Why bring that up again?"

Didn’t we already let it go last night?

The mention of those two words has become a taboo for her now.

But if she really doesn’t shoot, the Director...

Jiang Ruan felt a headache coming on again, sigh.

Bao Ye replied in a subdued tone: "Just afraid you’ll forget."

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