Putting down the foot he just helped her slip into high heels, Bao Ye held her other foot.
Her feet were very beautiful, fair and delicate.
Painted with pink nail polish, neatly trimmed, they were quite cute.
Bao Ye's eyes were dark, and seeing that she was quiet, he glanced up, noticing Jiang Ruan pouting, clearly displeased.
He smirked, "Are you angry?"
Jiang Ruan met his gaze, stubbornly saying, "No."
"Tsk." Bao Ye teased, "Your mouth is almost reaching the sky, and you say you're not angry?"
As he spoke, he continued helping her put on the high heels.
Jiang Ruan didn't bother pretending anymore, "Hmph."
"Who's bullying you?"
Bao Ye lifted her down, her feet touching the ground, but his arm still held her, "How is it, can you stand steady?"
Jiang Ruan: "..."
She gritted her teeth, "I can."
"I'm not that fragile."
Bao Ye raised his sharp eyebrows slightly, smiling, "Oh."
"That's because I've been holding back."
"Otherwise, who knows."
