CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 32: BAO YE TAKES SLEEPING PILLS

Jiang Ruan was eating bird’s nest soup. Her long and thick eyelashes drooped, making her eyes look moist and inviting sympathy when she glanced up.

She said, "It hurts~"

"Isn’t it all your fault, biting so hard."

As the words of complaint reached his ears, Bao Ye’s Adam’s apple moved slightly, and his fingertips gently touched the corner of her lips, seemingly guilty, as he took the bird’s nest soup from her hands.

"Let me do it."

Jiang Ruan was surprised, wondering if the great Mr. Bao of Bao Group was going to personally feed her bird’s nest soup?

Thinking about it, the times Bao Ye had fed her could be counted on one hand.

Most of the time, it was in bed, and in the end, she was so exhausted that she didn’t even want to move a strand of hair.

At those times, he would transform into a good man, using his mouth, bending down to feed her water.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

He said, "Haven’t I served you enough times?"

His words inexplicably made one’s mind wander.

Especially with the ambiguous look in his eyes.

It was as if he was deliberately guiding her towards certain topics.

Jiang Ruan’s mind immediately conjured up images she shouldn’t think of, her cheeks quickly turning red, as she coyly said, "Shut up!"

Bao Ye chuckled softly, his laughter spreading through the bedroom, lifting his mood, while Jiang Ruan felt ripples in her heart.

Watching him pinch the soup spoon with slender fingers, he scooped up a spoonful and brought it to her lips: "Open your mouth."

Not gentle at all.

Jiang Ruan inwardly griped, but obediently opened her mouth to eat the bird’s nest soup.

Being fed by Mr. Bao was an honor in itself.

How could she dare to ask for more?

Bao Ye fed a spoonful, Jiang Ruan ate a spoonful.

The bowl of bird’s nest soup was soon finished.

Bao Ye placed the bowl on the table, his dark eyes fixated on her delicate, soft red lips, noticing a trace of milk from the bird’s nest soup smeared beside them.

It looked particularly obvious.

As if it were an unnamed temptation.

Bao Ye’s Adam’s apple rolled, and Jiang Ruan blushed under his gaze: "Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me like that?"

His gaze seemed like it wanted to consume her.

This instantly gave Jiang Ruan a sense of danger.

She raised her foot to jump off his lap, but how could Bao Ye let her have her way? With a long arm, he pulled her directly into his embrace.

"Ah... Bao Ye, what are you doing!" Jiang Ruan struggled a bit, but to Bao Ye, it seemed like she was playing hard to get.

The corners of his eyes were filled with desire, and with his fingertips, he lifted her chin, kissing her directly.

Wiping away the milk stain, the thick milky aroma of the bird’s nest soup instantly flowed into his mouth, seeming to tempt him, as Bao Ye deeply kissed her.

His kiss was fiery, and Jiang Ruan soon stopped struggling.

After all, she was already used to this man.

Used to all his intimate touches.

The hand pressed against his chest wrapped around his narrow, strong waist, until she was out of breath, and only then did Bao Ye lift his head, lingering beside her ear.

The warm breath sprayed against her ear, making Jiang Ruan’s cheeks blush, accompanied by his husky laughter: "You’re so sweet, Jiang Ruan."

The last two words made Jiang Ruan’s heart melt.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes moist, making her look like a little rabbit ready to be eaten.

Looking at the man’s mature and handsome face.

Her heart was pounding fiercely.

As if reminding her.

About the three months after he left the set.

Jiang Ruan did miss him a little.

Many late nights, she thought of him, his voice, the embrace of his arms, and the indescribable things.

"Bao Ye."

The girl’s soft tone carried a hint of coquettishness, softly calling his name, like a kitten’s purr in Bao Ye’s ear, stirring him.

Jiang Ruan wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down, pressing her red lips onto his thin ones.

Her initiative completely drove Bao Ye wild.

And then.

On the sofa, it spiraled out of control.

Jiang Ruan, like willow fluff in the wind, drifting up and down, soaring and losing her voice like a swan, falling beautifully to the ground.

Not having met for three months.

Bao Ye seemed determined to make up for those three months with her.

On the big bed in the bedroom, Jiang Ruan finally couldn’t help but plead for mercy, crying pitifully as she reached out to push him away: "Bao Ye... I can’t take it anymore..."

This beast of a man was simply too much.

Was he trying to kill her?

Jiang Ruan felt like she was going to die.

The sound of her crying reached Bao Ye’s ears, the man’s hair was already damp, sticking to his temples.

He lowered his head beside Jiang Ruan’s ear, softly coaxing her, whispering something that made her cry and laugh, reaching out to swat him.

By the time it was finally over, it was already past three in the morning.

The bedroom returned to quiet.

In the air lingered an enchanting scent.

Lying in Bao Ye’s arms, Jiang Ruan was too tired to move even a single strand of hair, closing her eyes, surrounded by the scent unique to the man, she quickly fell asleep.

In the deep night, the sound of thunder suddenly echoed outside the window.

Crackling, the noise was particularly loud.

The lightning illuminated the big bed in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, waking Jiang Ruan.

As she opened her eyes, she saw lightning flashing outside, clearly indicating that it was about to rain heavily.

She snuggled closer into the man’s embrace, her arm wrapped around his waist, feeling the warmth of his body, finally at ease.

She closed her eyes, but her ears caught the faint mumbling of the man’s whisper, the voice was so small she couldn’t make out the words.

In the light of the thunderstorm, Jiang Ruan looked up at him, only to see Bao Ye’s brow tightly knitted, his temples taut, looking quite frightening.

It seemed as though he was enduring some intense pain.

Jiang Ruan was startled, quickly asking him, "What’s the matter with you, Bao Ye?"

"Where do you feel uncomfortable?"

She could only hear sporadically: "...pain... so painful..."

Jiang Ruan leaned near his mouth, only then could she hear clearly what he said.

Pain?

"Where does it hurt?" Jiang Ruan asked anxiously, "Bao Ye, tell me, where does it hurt?"

Bao Ye, at that moment without consciousness, answered her purely on willpower: "Head..."

"Headache..."

Headache?

How could he suddenly have a headache?

Seeing the man’s pained appearance, clearly indicating a severe headache, Jiang Ruan quickly got out of bed.

She pulled over a robe, wrapped it loosely around, then dialed the castle doctor’s phone number.

The castle doctor, startled by the late-night call.

He thought something serious had happened.

But when he heard Jiang Ruan say Bao Ye had a severe headache, the doctor sighed, "Turns out it’s a headache. In the second drawer by the bed, there’s medicine. Let him take some, and he’ll be fine in a while."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Ruan found it odd and couldn’t help but ask, "Does he often have headaches?"

She had no idea.

The doctor seemed all too familiar, as if it was a common occurrence?

Jiang Ruan was filled with confusion.

"This is Mr. Bao’s old ailment."

The doctor said helplessly, "First, help Mr. Bao take the medicine. Thank you, Miss Jiang."

After hanging up the phone, Jiang Ruan opened the second drawer, and there was indeed medicine inside.

"Zopiclone, Diazepam, Estazolam..." Jiang Ruan involuntarily read aloud, her dark eyes revealing undisguised shock.

Why are they all insomnia medication?

He has a headache, how can he take insomnia medicine?

This medicine, taken too much, can lead to dependency and have side effects.

In an instant, Jiang Ruan even doubted whether the doctor made a mistake.

But Jiang Ruan went through three drawers, and only this one had medicine.

It was clear the doctor intended her to give Bao Ye this medicine.

Does Bao Ye frequently suffer from insomnia?

Time was urgent, Jiang Ruan suppressed her doubts, first giving it to him, he was in such severe pain.

But when she brought water and medicine to the bedside, she found Bao Ye was already asleep.

The man’s thick brows were relaxed, not as tightly furrowed as before, as if the previous pain was just her illusion.

Jiang Ruan froze for a moment, gently calling his name, "Bao Ye?"

No response.

Indeed, he appeared to be asleep.

Jiang Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the items in her hands, she could only put them back.

She quietly crawled back next to Bao Ye, turning off the light, then laying in his arms.

Outside, the rain poured heavily, hitting the floor-to-ceiling window loudly.

The room was pitch black, she used the faint light to look at the man’s side face, with her cheek pressed against his chest where his heart was.

Listening to the strong and powerful heartbeat, she tenderly murmured, "Do you often have insomnia headaches?"

"Even the doctor knows."

"How come I don’t know at all."

They had been together for three years.

Was it because she was too busy that she neglected him?

Every time they met was almost always in bed.

They rarely spent time together.

He was busy working, she was busy acting.

They were both too busy.

Jiang Ruan felt heartache, but could only smile bitterly in her heart.

She couldn’t help but wish.

If he were not Mr. Bao and she were not an actress, how nice it would be if they were just ordinary people.

Three meals a day, from dawn to dusk.

Perhaps this is just her dream.

The next morning.

Jiang Ruan opened her eyes, meeting the man’s dark profound eyes...