For a moment, Su Ruanruan took the initiative to say, "Who could ever tolerate your fickle moods?"
Bao Jingyan stayed silent, simply gazing at her intently.
That look was both gentle and sharp, as if it could penetrate her soul.
Su Ruanruan felt uneasy under his stare, shifting her body down to leave.
He held her down, "Don’t go, I owe you an apology."
Before she could respond, he pulled her onto his lap and carefully undid two of her buttons.
Her delicate neck was covered in the messy red marks he had left.
Looking at them, Bao Jingyan frowned with concern, "Why didn’t you slap me at the time?"
Furious, Su Ruanruan raised her hand to strike.
He caught her little hand, his dark eyes amused, "You’re actually going to hit me!"
She awkwardly turned her head away, unwilling to look at him.
Bao Jingyan’s heart stirred with desire to do more, but he held back, concerned about her bashfulness.