Out of control and sinking

After spending a ridiculous night with Bo Ye, Jiang Ruan woke up the next day and it was already dark.

Opening his eyes, the bedroom was dark. Jiang Ruan pushed himself up and saw Bo Ye sitting on the sofa not far away, holding a computer and working.

As if he heard the movement here, the man looked over and said with a smile: "Are you awake?"

Jiang Ruan's voice was hoarse when he spoke. She cleared her throat, but she still felt uncomfortable: "What time is it?"

Bo Ye frowned upon hearing this, put down the computer and stood up, bringing a glass of water to her.

"Take a sip to moisten your throat."

Jiang Ruan took it and drank some warm water. His throat felt much better.

"Thank you, what time is it now?"

Jiang Ruan looked at the floor-to-ceiling window. It was dark outside.

"Did I just sleep for a while?"

Just woke up, Jiang Ruan's brain was still frozen.

But Bo Ye put the cup on the bedside table and said jokingly: "Tsk, a moment?"

"You've been sleeping for sixteen hours, and there are only a few hours until the New Year."

"If you don't wake up, I'll have to call the doctor to come see you."

He stood by the window, one hand in his pocket.

She was wearing no clothes, but a hotel-style nightgown. Her eyes fell on her white shoulders behind the thin quilt, and she could still see red marks.

The man's eyes were a bit darker, and the corners of his lips always had a vague arc.

And listen to this. Jiang Ruan was shocked: "Sixteen hours?"

"Why did I sleep for so long."

Bo Ye: "Maybe I'm too tired."

He chuckled: "How do you feel about this New Year's Eve?"

Jiang Ruan: "..."

She blushed and glared at him, bit her lip and said, "It's not good, it's very bad."

"No one cries on New Year's Eve."

Bo Ye licked his lips and said innocently: "Tsk."

"I didn't make you cry."

Jiang Ruan rolled his eyes speechlessly: "You didn't give in, you did it on purpose."

"Where are my clothes?"

Jiang Ruan didn't bother to argue with him. She knew very well what kind of virtue this man had.

I feel sorry for her old waist.

Bo Ye pointed to the trash can: "It's broken, throw it away."

Only then did Jiang Ruan remember that last night she felt that the hem of her skirt was in the way, so she tore it up directly...    "Bo Ye!" Jiang Ruan's anger was building up, and he gritted his teeth: "This is the first time I've worn this skirt."

Bo Ye said calmly: "Buy it for you."

Jiang Ruan: "This is not a question of whether to buy it or not. I bought this dress myself."

Bo Ye licked his lips: "Buy another one."

Jiang Ruan: "I guess I can't buy it now."

"Then customize it." Bo Ye said, "I will draw a picture for the designer later."

He sneered: "Anyway, I know something. As long as I have a picture, I'm afraid I won't be able to do it."

Jiang Ruan: "..."

Completely convinced.

In the end, she made do with her nightgown, and Bo Ye sent someone to bring her clothes.

Bo Ye was working outside, and Jiang Ruan was taking a shower in the bathroom.

Suddenly, Jiang Ruan shouted: "Ah!"

Bo Ye's expression changed drastically. He dropped his computer and strode towards the bathroom. The door was locked. He held the doorknob and frowned nervously: "Jiang Ruan?"

"How are you?"

"I'm fine." Jiang Ruan said with lingering fear, "My foot slipped just now and I almost fell. I was scared to death."

"Fortunately, I held on to the wall next to me."

Bo Ye said: "Open the door and let me take a look."

Jiang Ruan stared and looked at the door: "No."

"I'm not wearing any clothes."

Bo Ye sneered: "It's not like I haven't seen it before. Come and open the door."

"I'll see if you're hurt."

A righteous look.

Jiang Ruan was firm: "No."

"I'm really fine. You can go about your business, Bo Ye."

After saying this, the movement at the door disappeared.

Two minutes later, his voice was not heard.

Jiang Ruan blinked.

Is he angry? ? ?

gone? ?

But he was also relieved.