Out of control and sinking

At a short distance, the smell of tobacco and alcohol that Bo Ye had smelled all night was suddenly driven away by the jasmine fragrance she brought with her, and the man's eyes were dark and unclear.

She was wearing a V-neck white dress, and her slender waist seemed to be about to break in his palm.

The snow-white collarbone outlines the swan's neck, creating an invisible temptation.

Bo Ye's Adam's apple rolled down hard, he lowered his head and came closer to her, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Sit down if you want to sit down, and get up if you don't want to sit down? What do you think my legs are, Bo Ye's?"

Jiang Ruan replied: "My man's legs."

Bo Ye: "..."

He was stunned.

He looked into her smiling and firm eyes, as if to confirm again that these words came from her mouth.

And it is.

Anyway, he held her waist and prevented her from getting up.

Jiang Ruan simply put his arms around his neck and leaned into his arms, watching him act coquettishly: "Why, you are my man, can't I sit on my man's lap if I want?"

After saying that, Jiang Ruan curled his lips again and sighed pitifully: "If it doesn't work, then I won't sit down next time."

"Oh yes, I kissed you just now, so I won't kiss you next time if you don't agree."

Seeing her aggrieved look, Bo Ye was so angry that he laughed, and pinched her face with his skeletal fingers.

Messy.

He couldn't help but use some force: "You're going to hit me with a rake, right?"

Jiang Ruan hissed: "It hurts."

Bo Ye relaxed a little, and Jiang Ruan asked him: "Then are you my man?"

She was a little uneasy.

And stubbornness.

If he dares to say no.

Damn it, she left immediately.

Then Bo Ye said: "Yes."

In an instant, Jiang Ruan's mood improved.

Regardless of her hard work in the middle of the night, she drove out to look for him and went from upstairs to downstairs.

With a smile on his lips, Jiang Ruan asked him again: "Can I sit on your legs? Can I kiss your lips?"

She teased him with a smile.

It's like flirting.

Bo Ye's suppressed mood all night suddenly felt much better. With his thin lips curved, he leaned close to her ear and said, "Not only can I sit, but I can also do it." "Do you want to try it?"

Jiang Ruan didn't react: "Huh?"

Under the dim light, Bo Ye's eyes were ambiguous.

That direct look was enough to tell her what he meant.

Jiang Ruan understood, his ears suddenly turned red, and he raised his hand to push him away.

It happened that Bo Ye was not on guard and she managed to break free.

"That's enough for you, Bo Ye."

The man gave a low laugh.

Jiang Ruan sat down not far from him and snorted coldly: "If I didn't come, would you have let that woman climb on your lap?"

Bo Ye said calmly: "No."

Of course Jiang Ruan knew not.

From Bo Ye's point of view, there is no such thing as a kind of woman, socialite or nobleman, that he has never seen before.

No matter how bad he is, he will never fall in love with a woman in a bar.

"You should say "brother" to the left and "brother" to the right."

Jiang Ruan was disgusted: "She doesn't even know you. What kind of brother do you think he is? Brother Qian Duo."

"Do you men all like this type?"

When asked, Bo Ye did not answer. Instead, he leaned over and picked up the cigarette on the table, pinched one, bit it in his mouth, and lit it with his head tilted.

Every move and every move exudes noble leather.

Especially when smoking with half-closed eyes, it is so sexy.

Jiang Ruan suddenly became distracted.

Listen to Bo Ye joking: "Tsk, are you jealous?"

Jiang Ruan came back to his senses and curled his lips: "How could I be jealous."

"I don't know if others like it or not." Bo Ye smiled: "You don't know what type I like?"

Jiang Ruan looked away: "I don't know."

"I'm not a roundworm in your belly, how can I possibly know what type of woman you like?"

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