22 – Ruan Bao, I will treat you very, very well
He loomed over her, his cheeks flushed as if intoxicated.
“Bai Ruanruan, Bai Ruanruan.” Jiang Yihan called her name over and over, his voice hoarse and raspy.
Bai Ruanruan could smell the alcohol on his breath. She blinked her long lashes and smiled at him. “Why did you tie me up, baby?”
At that moment, Jiang Yihan froze, staring dazedly at the smile on the face beneath him, savoring the way she had just called him “baby.”
She called him baby again.
“Come on, untie me. My hands hurt a little.” Bai Ruanruan’s voice was gentle and coaxing.
As if bewitched, Jiang Yihan’s hand moved more obediently than his mind, reaching out to unlock the handcuffs.
“Mhm, yes, just like that. Untie them, good boy.”
“Don’t even think about it! You wish!”
Suddenly, Jiang Yihan snapped back to his senses, a flicker of clarity in his eyes. He quickly withdrew his hand and scrambled backward in a panic.
With a loud thud, the man’s tall frame crashed heavily onto the floor. Whether from pain or something else, he cried out to the ceiling, “Bai Ruanruan! Bai Ruanruan!”
Liar. She was still trying to trick him.
Bai Ruanruan was momentarily stunned, then swiftly broke free from the restraints on her hands and feet, tossing them aside before jumping off the bed.
“What’s wrong? Where did you hurt yourself?” Bai Ruanruan helped the man up, cradling his burning cheeks in her hands.
How much had he drunk?
When Bai Ruanruan’s soft, warm hands cupped Jiang Yihan’s face, his previously feverish gaze suddenly brightened. He didn’t even question how she had gotten free.
The man tilted his head, closed his eyes, and buried his face in her palms, nuzzling against them.
This feels so good.
She touched him again, even caressed his face. He must be dreaming again.
What a wonderful dream, getting better and better.
Drunk, utterly drunk, Jiang Yihan sat on the floor, clutching the girl’s hand, swaying his head back and forth like a sulky little boy. He mumbled incoherently, “Ruanbao, Ruanbao, my Ruanbao.”
“I’m here, I’m right here.”
“I’m so sad. You always want to run away and leave me.”
“I didn’t run away. I came back, didn’t I?”
And she had even returned an hour early, bringing him a bouquet of flowers—the most expensive and beautiful roses from the florist.
Not content with just nuzzling her hand, Jiang Yihan began burrowing into her embrace, burying his face in the crook of her neck. Holding her tightly, he whispered softly to himself, “I like you so much. Will you have me? I’ll treat you really, really well.”
The man’s scorching breath brushed against her neck, and Bai Ruanruan chuckled softly.
Tsk, this sudden confession of his, this drunken little act—it was utterly heart-melting. “I’ll have you. I like you too.”
Drunk and dazed, Jiang Yihan closed his eyes, his long lashes trembling slightly. He rested his chin on the girl’s shoulder, tilting his head to plant lingering kisses on her neck, his voice pleading and hopeful. “Don’t lie to me anymore. Don’t choose Mu Xuan. Choose me.”
Bai Ruanruan’s heart melted at his drunken, clingy demeanor. “I won’t lie to you. I don’t want that ugly thing. How could that worthless creature compare to our baby? Nothing is better than our baby.”
“You’re lying to me again,” he mumbled, his voice choked, as if on the verge of tears.
She had just gone to see that man!
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