Out of control and sinking

Jiang Ruan raised his eyes, his thick eyelashes were stained with moisture, and he felt inexplicably broken.

Bo Ye looked distressed, and tightened his arms around her waist. His dark eyes stared directly at her, revealing a tenderness that could not be concealed.

"You are not alone."

"And I."

The magnetic voice reached his ears, and for Jiang Ruan, it was more brilliant than the fireworks outside the window.

The most beautiful love words in the world are nothing more than this.

The atmosphere was so good that Jiang Ruan's heart beat rapidly. She pouted and said, "My feet hurt. I don't want to wear high heels anymore."

Bo Ye glanced at it and saw that it was indeed quite tall: "Then take it off?"

With that said, he stopped and was about to let go of her waist and lean over.

"I'll do it myself." Jiang Ruan said, stretched out her hand to tear off the tape, swung her feet, and the high heels were thrown to the rose ground next to her.

Without the high heels, Jiang Ruan suddenly became much shorter than Bo Ye.

Bai Zhe's delicate feet stepped on the rose petals.

She becomes more and more charming.

Endearing.

Bo Ye's throat tightened at the sight. Jiang Ruan thought of something and hugged his neck directly, then stepped on his leather shoes with two little feet.

In this way, all the weight is on Bo Ye's feet.

She smiled playfully at him: "Am I heavy?"

Bo Ye pulled his lips, wrapped his hands around her slim waist, and led her to dance: "It's not heavy."

"I seem to have forgotten to say a word to you." Jiang Ruan said, "Happy New Year, Bo Ye."

She said every word very seriously.

There was a flash of light in Bo Ye's eyes, he was holding her in his arms, and there were fireworks outside the window. Compared with the previous years when he was alone, this feeling was really strange.

"Well, happy new year."

The two just hugged each other and danced.

Jiang Ruan leaned in Bo Ye's arms, and Bo Ye held her in his arms, bearing all the weight.

At the end of the song, Jiang Ruan asked him: "Are you tired? Let's take a rest?"

Bo Ye said softly.

Teasing her: "You look down on your man?" Jiang Ruan shook his head: "No."

"I'm afraid it will be hard for you."

Look, how well-behaved she is.

But I heard Bo Ye say meaningfully: "The night is still long, and the hard work is still behind."

Jiang Ruan: "."

Got it in a damn second.

His eyes fell on the tips of her red ears, and Bo Ye laughed. His laughter was very magnetic and tingling.

Fireworks are still going off outside.

This is the observation deck with the best view in the entire capital.

After dancing for a while, Bo Ye picked up Jiang Ruan and sat down on the sofa by the window.

Watch the fireworks together.

Leaning in his arms, the scent lingering on the tip of her nose was his own. Jiang Ruan felt particularly at ease listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

"What are you thinking about?" A low-alcohol male voice sounded in her ear, leaning against her ear to see her thinking.

His thoughts were interrupted and Jiang Ruan raised his eyes.

Their eyes met, his gaze was very gentle, and she became interested inexplicably: "When I was a child, what I longed for most every day was the New Year."

Bo Ye: "Why? To make it exciting?"

Jiang Ruan shook his head: "No, because our hometown is very poor. We only have fireworks every year during the Chinese New Year, and we can't see them at all on ordinary days."

“And there are a lot of delicious food during the Chinese New Year.”

Her little face was full of yearning.

Bo Ye laughed, took her little hand and played with it: "I didn't see that you like to eat."

"Eating those few bites every day, I thought you were going to become an immortal."

Jiang Ruan rolled his eyes: "I also like to eat well, but my profession does not allow me to be fat."

"There is no way, life is forcing me to survive."

"For female celebrities, there is nothing more annoying than getting fat and getting acne on their face. It is simply self-destructive to their future."

(End of this chapter)