CHAPTER 340: CHAPTER 320: UNDERESTIMATING YOUR MAN?

Jiang Ruan raised her eyes, her thick eyelashes tinged with moisture, an inexplicable sense of fragility.

Bao Ye felt a pang of heartache, his arm tightened around her waist, his dark eyes stared directly at her, exuding an undeniable tenderness.

"You’re not alone."

"You have me."

The magnetic voice entered her ear, brighter than the fireworks outside for Jiang Ruan.

The most beautiful love words in the world are just like this.

The atmosphere was perfect, Jiang Ruan’s heartbeat accelerated, she pouted: "My feet hurt, I don’t want to wear high heels anymore."

Bao Ye glanced down at them, indeed they were quite high: "Then take them off?"

As he said that, he stopped moving, ready to release her waist and bend down.

"I’ll do it myself." Jiang Ruan said, reaching down to tear off the tape, kicking off her high heels, which landed beside the rose petals.

Without the high heels, Jiang Ruan suddenly became much shorter compared to Bao Ye.

Her fair, delicate feet stepped on the rose petals.

Making her look even more enchanting.

Provoking affection.

Bao Ye’s throat tightened at the sight, Jiang Ruan thought of something, and directly wrapped her arms around his neck, stepping on top of his leather shoes with her small feet.

In this way, all her weight rested on Bao Ye’s feet.

She flashed him a playful smile: "Am I heavy?"

Bao Ye drew a smile, clasping her slender waist, leading her in a dance: "Not heavy."

"I seem to have forgotten to tell you something." Jiang Ruan said: "Happy New Year, Bao Ye."

She spoke earnestly, word by word.

A stream of light flashed in Bao Ye’s eyes, holding her in his arms, outside were fireworks, compared to previous years when he was alone, this feeling was quite wonderful.

"Mm, Happy New Year."

The two continued to dance, holding each other.

Jiang Ruan leaned into Bao Ye’s embrace, while he held her, bearing all her weight.

Once the song ended, Jiang Ruan asked him: "Tired? Want to rest awhile?"

Bao Ye gave a light "tsk."

Teased her: "Underestimating your man?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "No."

"I’m afraid you’re working too hard."

See, how considerate she is.

But Bao Ye remarked meaningfully: "The night is long, the hard part is still to come."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

Damn, she understood immediately.

His gaze landed on her reddened earlobes, Bao Ye chuckled, his laugh magnetic and tingling.

Outside, fireworks continued to explode.

This was the best viewing terrace in all of Beijing.

After dancing for a while longer, Bao Ye lifted Jiang Ruan by the waist and sat on the sofa by the window.

Watching the fireworks together.

Leaning in his embrace, her nose surrounded by his unique scent, Jiang Ruan listened to his heartbeat, feeling extraordinarily at ease.

"What are you thinking?" The deep, mellow male voice sounded in her ear, close to her ear, watching her pensive expression.

Her thoughts interrupted, Jiang Ruan looked up.

Meeting his gentle gaze, she suddenly became interested: "When I was a child, the thing I most longed for was the New Year."

Bao Ye: "Why? For the excitement?"

Jiang Ruan shook her head: "Not really, because our hometown was very poor, and only during the New Year would there be fireworks, otherwise you wouldn’t see any."

"And there was a lot of delicious food during the New Year."

Her small face full of longing.

Bao Ye laughed, took her small hand and played with it in his palm: "I never noticed you loved eating so much."

"Eating just a few bites every day, I thought you were becoming an immortal."

Jiang Ruan rolled her eyes: "I like eating too, okay? But my profession doesn’t allow me to get fat."

"No choice, life forces me, I have to survive."

"For a female star, nothing is more troublesome than gaining weight or growing pimples, it’s practically career sabotage."