Fear engulfed Jiang Ruanxin, her whole body tense, as she put down her hand and looked at the cold man so close to her.
Jiang Ruan’s eyes flickered, and she reached out to hug Bao Ye’s arm: "Let me explain, Bao Ye, it’s not what you think."
"It wasn’t me who acted with him, it was a stand-in, the stand-in acted with him."
"Ha." Bao Ye sneered: "Do you think I’d believe that?"
"Acting with a film emperor and you use a stand-in?"
"Slapping your own face, aren’t you?"
In just a few words, Jiang Ruan was left speechless.
Seeing her remain silent.
Bao Ye gripped her arm, not gently, the veins in his right hand entwined with Buddha Beads bulged as he roughly pulled her down.
Then pinned her against the wall.
"Why aren’t you explaining now, hmm?"
The man’s dark eyes bore into hers, inexplicably furious, his face icy: "Weren’t you good at making excuses?"
Jiang Ruan softened her voice: "I did it for the show too, the director asked me, he’s the client, how could I refuse him?"
"Can’t refuse, huh?" Bao Ye said.
"Then let me teach you."
Suddenly, her flimsy skirt was torn apart by him, as a scream followed, white fabric scattered on the ground.
Her shoulders felt chilled by the air conditioning.
Jiang Ruan reached out to cover herself, but Bao Ye grasped her wrists, stacking both hands and raising them above her head.
"Bao Ye..." Jiang Ruan completely caved.
"I really was wrong; this is the last time, okay?"
Her eyes rimmed red, looking pitiful, and she pleaded pitifully with him at this moment.
His dark eyes were like sharp blades on her: "You said the same last time."
"Last time was last time..."
Jiang Ruan’s rebuttal hadn’t even finished when her red lips were smothered by the man’s kiss, cold and mixed with fury, leaving her breathless.
Her mind blanked, feeling like she might suffocate to death.
Tears uncontrollably fell at the corners of her eyes, as she heard the man curse: "Breathe."
Even after so many kisses.
Bao Ye’s eyes sparked with fire, uncontrollable rage burning within him.
If he hadn’t overheard, would she have hidden it from him again?
Filming a kissing scene, very well.
Does she just love challenging his limits?
Bao Ye bent down, lifted Jiang Ruan, and strode towards the bedroom.
A soft, spacious bed.
When Jiang Ruan was tossed onto it, her whole body bounced slightly, instinctively wanting to escape.
But barely crawling two steps, her ankle was seized by the man’s burning palm, then she was dragged back directly.
"Ah!" Jiang Ruan screamed.
"Where do you think you’re going, hmm?" came the devilish voice, soon followed by suppression, Bao Ye’s fingers seized her delicate chin.
Seeing her face filled with panic, he seemed to find something amusing.
"Want me to let you go this time, is that it?"
Jiang Ruan nodded fervently: "Uh-huh."
She clung to his waist, her dark eyes pitiful: "I really know I was wrong, Bao Ye."
"I won’t film kissing scenes anymore."
She held up three fingers towards the ceiling.
Looking earnest, seeming genuinely sincere, no sign of deception.
Bao Ye gazed at her but laughed quietly.
His dark eyes half-closed, thumb rubbing her chin, voice cold: "Swear? Swear to the heavens?"
He lowered his head close to her ear, breathing warmth, speaking disdainfully: "Baby, I don’t even believe in Buddha; you think I’d believe in the heavens?"
Jiang Ruan felt a tremor in her heart; she had forgotten, he was non-believing, trusting no one but himself.
It was tied to his childhood experiences.
The Bo family was always in strife, even his biological parents, those wounds made him trust no one, including deities.
As she pondered, suddenly the world spun.
Jiang Ruan found herself placed upon Bao Ye’s lap.
And he lay flat on the bed.
Nearly losing balance, she instinctively steadied herself by clutching his waist.
The man lay like an emperor, watching her, with a lazy, cold command: "Weren’t you admitting wrong?"
"Then show some sincerity?"
Jiang Ruan’s heart quivered slightly, how could she not understand his implication.
"I can’t, Bao Ye." She bit her red lips.
To Bao Ye’s eyes, she seemed captivating and enticing.
His neck’s seductive Adam’s apple moved, his jawline tensioned, sleek, with a cold laugh, sarcastically: "Can’t, then learn."
"Aren’t you an actress? What can’t an actress learn."
"Isn’t it a skill you already possess?"
"You can film kissing scenes, but not C scenes?"
He commanded dominantly.
"I want you to please me, right now."