The luxurious washbasin inlaid with gold, Jiang Ruan's cheeks were flushed, her white, delicate calves hanging down, alluring and captivating.
The purple hem of her dress rested at her waist.
She was about to cry: "Bao Ye, enough is enough."
Bao Ye stood with his tall figure, his suit neat and tidy, like a gentleman. If it weren't for the intense desire in his eyes and what was happening, no one would suspect what he was doing.
A playful smile lingered on his thin lips as he teased, "Why aren't you calling me uncle anymore?"
Jiang Ruan choked.
His voice was husky and tantalizing, each word seeming to tug at her soul, "Hmm? My sweet girl?"
Jiang Ruan's dark eyes filled with tears, her exquisite makeup mixed with sweat. She bit her lip in surrender, "I was wrong, I won't play anymore."
"Too late."
Bao Ye clicked his tongue lightly, "You want to start, you want to stop, it's all up to you, isn't that too easy?"
