Su Ruanruan gasped for air in his embrace, fussing for him to let her go.
His arms forcefully held her tight, and after a while, he gritted his teeth and said softly, "I can be even more of a bastard."
Having said that, he actually picked her up and headed upstairs.
Su Ruanruan was terrified.
She pounded on his arms with all her might, crying and making a scene: "Bao Jingyan, what are you doing! Let me go!"
Although she was young, she knew what a man intended when he carried a girl to his bedroom, and she desperately tried to stop him from having his way.
Bao Jingyan had been provoked by Su Ru’an today.
He remembered Su Ru’an challenging him with the words, "Ruanruan is not my biological sister, why can’t I like her?"
Not a biological sister... That became a thorn in Bao Jingyan’s heart.
Su Ruanruan was cold by nature and not close to people, but she trusted Su Ru’an.
And Su Ru’an wasn’t related to her by blood!
The very thought made Bao Jingyan’s blood boil!
He carried her, kicked open the door to the master bedroom, then kicked it shut.
The heavy solid wood door muffled most of the sound, but the crying and shouting still reached the ears of the servants downstairs...
"I hate you to death."
"Bao Jingyan... you can’t do this..."
The servants downstairs exchanged glances.
Miss Su, such a refined young lady; was the master being too harsh on her?
After an indeterminate amount of time, sounds of a door opening came from the second floor.
Clad in a bathrobe, Bao Jingyan came downstairs.
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, indicating he was in a very good mood.
He went to the kitchen, got some food, and took it upstairs on a tray.
Pushing open the door, the sealed bedroom was filled with a subtle fragrance.
Su Ruanruan curled up on the couch, covered with only a men’s shirt.
The hem of the shirt barely covered what shouldn’t be seen, but the exposed legs were slender and pale, provoking pity.
Bao Jingyan set the tray on the coffee table, sat next to her, and tenderly hooked her scattered hair strands behind her ear.
His motion was very gentle.
"There, see? Nothing really happened! And you’re still crying?"
While saying this, he playfully tapped her little nose.
Su Ruanruan swatted away his hand, still face down, sobbing quietly, unwilling to speak to him.
He had held her before, but never like today—
His animal instincts took over!
Bao Jingyan was in a good temper at the moment, and after coaxing her for a long time to no avail, he simply picked her up: "Have something to eat with me."
Acting out, she said, "I’ve already eaten."
"But I haven’t had my fill," Bao Jingyan nibbled on her little cheek.
For some reason, Su Ruanruan’s face turned red all of a sudden.
Like a cooked shrimp.
Bao Jingyan looked at her fresh and lovely face, feeling his heart stir again.
He leaned over, his forehead against hers, and murmured, "How much longer before you grow up?"
Su Ruanruan bit her lip and pushed him away: "I don’t know what you’re talking about!"
But she knew. Bao Jingyan was a mature man.
Just now, that was far from enough for him!
Yet she was afraid of him, terrified of his passionate demeanor.
As though he could swallow her whole.
The thought of earlier made the rims of her eyes redden again, on the verge of tears without actually crying.
Bao Jingyan felt a bit of heartache, yet satisfied.
With one hand, he held her, with the other, he fed her.
"The new chef made this truffle fried rice, it’s pretty good."
He patiently and tenderly fed her, bite by bite.
Like a husband, yet also like an elder.
Su Ruanruan sat in his arms, her face as clean as Song Xue white plum blossoms, her little nose red from crying.
She only ate half of the plate before refusing to eat more.
Bao Jingyan held her and finished the rest.
After eating, they finally turned to serious matters.