Jiang Ruan immediately caved: "I was just joking with you!"
"How could I possibly betray you!"
Jiang Ruan vowed seriously.
A low mocking sound was heard.
Bao Ye reclined the seat and leaned over; the space inside the Rolls-Royce was very spacious.
Even though they were face to face, it was exceptionally roomy.
With a stretch of his long arm, Jiang Ruan was forcibly held in his embrace, her skirt brushing against his trousers, the man’s fingertips gripping the girl’s slender chin as she struggled: "Bao Ye, I was really joking with you, can we go home and sleep, please?"
"I’m so tired and sleepy."
She pleaded pitifully.
Already caught in his grip.
All she could do was lower her head.
Blame her mouth, bringing up the wrong topic.
Looking at the innocent face pleading in front of him, pale makeup like a delicate orchid, well-behaved and charming.
This only made Bao Ye want to bully her hard.
The man’s inherent bad nature was instantly activated.
His fingertip slowly rubbed her chin, Bao Ye’s Adam’s apple moved, his eyes inexplicably tinged with desire, his hoarse voice: "Still want to shoot kissing scenes, huh?"
His eyes lowered, his dark eyes gazing at him, his hair neatly falling between his eyebrows, a refined yet wicked face deep and striking, his light thin lips inexplicably alluring.
When he mentioned this name, his voice was steeped in killing intent.
His expression was colder than cold, as if it dropped several degrees below zero in an instant.
Bao Ye had no regard for this name.
Remembering how Bai Yi wanted to send her home eagerly at the end, clearly interested in her.
Kissing up for no reason, either villainous or thieving.
Thinking of their months together in the crew, spending day and night, even paparazzi caught intimate videos of them.
This instantly put Bao Ye in a gloomy mood.
Jiang Ruan quickly shook her head: "No."
"I don’t want to shoot kissing scenes, I was joking with you."
"You didn’t let me shoot kissing scenes, and I haven’t done any since, not even borrow-close shots either."
"And from debut until now, I’ve only kissed one person."
"That’s you, Bao Ye, never a second person, I swear."
Jiang Ruan raised three fingers, their eyes met, quite formal, her little face was determined.
"Is that so?" he asked: "Only kissed me?"
Jiang Ruan nodded: "Yeah."
"If I’m lying, let lightning strike me."
These words were indeed true.
Bao Ye also knew this matter.
Suppressing the joy in his eyes, Bao Ye’s fingertip moved from her chin to her red lips, pinching lightly, his tone innocent: "I don’t let you shoot kissing scenes, you seem unhappy?"
"Not unhappy." Jiang Ruan shook her head, looking kindly: "I’m very happy, this way I can avoid intimate contact with male stars that spread rumors, maintaining a clean image is also good for me."
"I know you do it for my good."
"So let’s go home and sleep, I’m really sleepy, okay?"
She cuddled his arm, acting spoiled.
Then Bao Ye said slowly: "If you really want to shoot kissing scenes, it’s not impossible."
At these words, Jiang Ruan lost half of her sleepiness, surprised: "Really?"
"You don’t mind me shooting kissing scenes?"
Jiang Ruan looked skeptical: "No way, there must be some trick!"
Bao Ye sneered: "Isn’t this what you wanted?"
Jiang Ruan still felt something was off about him?
She tentatively: "You’re definitely joking"
"This isn’t like you."
"Dare to shoot kissing scenes, don’t even think about getting off the bed."
Jiang Ruan proudly: "Hmmph."
Sure enough, Bao Ye said: "You can shoot kissing scenes, but I have two conditions."
Instinct told Jiang Ruan they weren’t good conditions.
Been with him for three years, she knew Bao Ye all too well.
Overbearingly domineering, possessive to the extreme.
She knew he wouldn’t easily relent.
Allowing her to shoot kissing scenes, only one possibility, that they break up.
Otherwise, Bao Ye would take half her life.
She had experienced that firsthand.
Jiang Ruan instinctively shivered.
Sure enough, Bao Ye’s magnetic voice came.
"First, the location can only be determined by me."
"Second, the only person can be me."
Her lips twitched, speechless: "You might as well just say you want me to sleep with you."
"What’s the difference?"
Bao Ye lowered his head, his thin lips close to her ear, chuckling along with hot air: "Of course there’s a difference, the former I’m proactive, the latter you are."
"Changing it up occasionally, isn’t it quite romantic?"
Nonsense romanticism!
As she thought about it, her shoulder suddenly felt cold, she abruptly came to her senses and glared: "Hey hey, why are you pulling my clothes? Bao Ye, let go of me..."
"Enough, this is a garage."
"Afraid of what." Bao Ye said: "No one’s here."
"Besides, there’s a partition."
Then, he held her hand in his broad palm and lifted it above her head.
"With the sound insulation of this partition, even if you scream your lungs out, no one will hear." Bao Ye laughed.
Jiang Ruan was furious: "!!"
His strength was great, she couldn’t move.
Just glaring in defiance.
Yet resistance was futile.
Just about to retort him, a hot kiss suddenly landed, sealing the words she was going to say, a cool mint mixed with the sweet taste of red wine, his thin lips capturing her lips, kissing her domineeringly.
A moment later, it changed, deliberately teasing her, constantly playing with her.
Angry, Jiang Ruan wanted to bite him, but he anticipated it, holding her chin, she couldn’t bite.
This damn it, really infuriated her.
"Bao Ye!" she gritted her teeth, cursing indistinctly: "Are you a greasy pancake!"
Her eyes were blazing.
Evidently very angry.
In the man’s eyes, like a furious bunny.
Bao Ye patiently played with her.
Finally, when she was breathless, he let go, turning his head to her ear to chuckle softly, maliciously: "Didn’t you want to shoot kissing scenes?"
"Can’t take it already, huh?"