Out of control and sinking

It can be called an eyesore.

Jiang Ruan's face turned red and he stretched out his hand to pull Bo Ye's sleeves. His eyes were filled with embarrassment: "Bo Ye, what kind of broken pictures are there on the wall? In this place, such things are actually mounted on the wall!"

It’s simply unsightly!
  Lower elegance.

Bo Ye glanced at them, but with a smile, he put her down and said, "These are products designed by top French artists. It took thirty years of skilled craftsmen to carve them out for several months."

Bo Ye raised his lips and said, "This room was completed last month. How do you feel about it?"

Jiang Ruan asked him: "Why do you know so well?"

"Could it be that you designed it?"

He could even put a room full of mirrors in the castle villa.

Not counting anything else.

There was a cabinet in her dressing room that she never let anyone open.

The clothes inside were all bought by him...

That kind of clothes.

Seeing no light.

Jiang Ruan originally thought he was embarrassed enough.

Now he is doing well. Just let people design a suite, and the walls are still covered with paintings like this.

It simply refreshed Jiang Ruan's outlook on life.

"clever."

Bo Ye's eyes fell on the mural, he held her waist and walked over, pointing to her.

"Not a single one of the three hundred and sixty-five ancient styles is missing, they are all on top."

As he spoke, he put his chin on her shoulder, moved it to her neck, smelled her fragrance, and placed his fingertips on her collarbone.

Inexplicable temptation: "Didn't you want to thank me just now?"

His voice was low and seductive: "Baby, now is your chance."

"This will be our happy paradise."

Jiang Ruan had goosebumps as he listened.

She couldn't laugh or cry: "I don't want to thank you anymore."

"Is it too late to regret now?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Ye leaned over and picked her up.

Turn around and walk towards the French classical bed.

"What do you say?"

Her back fell into softness, Jiang Ruan was placed on the bed, and then Bo Ye supported the bed with his wrists, hanging above her.

Jiang Ruan's heart was beating violently, especially from this perspective, looking at the man's angular face and the jawline carved by the divine eagle. “Bo Ye, kiss me.”

She couldn't help but put her arms around his narrow waist, and Bo Ye obediently lowered his head and kissed her lips.

in full swing.

Bo Ye stroked her long hair with his palm, causing the beads on his right wrist to make a sound.

Afraid of hitting her, Bo Ye took it off and threw the beads to the other side.

The dress Jiang Ruan wore had only one zipper.

sounded.

Her skin is very white, even if she doesn't apply makeup cream, it is still that kind of pinkish white.

The two of them have been together so many times, and no one understands her better than Bo Ye, so he loves her more.

Deep in love, Jiang Ruan called Bo Ye's name.

Her tone is delicate and frail, which is particularly endearing.

She called out, and Bo Ye responded.

If we say that there must be a soul, body and soul partner that is [-]% compatible with you in this world.

Jiang Ruan thought that person must be Bo Ye.

At this point, women's IQs are almost zero.

I always habitually open up and ask each other things that I wouldn’t normally dare to ask.

Jiang Ruan and Bo Ye intertwined their fingers.

Looking at the man, the corners of her eyes were red, her lips were delicate and charming, and there was an invisible charm.

She asked him biting her lip.

"Bo Ye, do you love me?"

When asked this question, Jiang Ruan was at a loss for words.

Just blurted it out.

His dark eyes stared at the man unblinkingly.

The next second, Bo Ye kissed her lips directly.

She was never given a chance to speak again.

But at the end, Jiang Ruan was in a daze, dying of consciousness.

I clearly heard the word "panting" from the man ringing in my ears.

(End of this chapter)