Leaning in his arms, Jiang Ruan felt a deep sense of security, even if she were blind and deaf, unable to see or hear.
But the rich scent of cologne at the tip of her nose was his fragrance, and the warm, familiar chest was his body temperature. She had become accustomed to everything about him deep to her bones.
Bao Ye held her waist, just about to close his eyes.
A gentle confession came softly from her lips: "Bao Ye, I love you."
Five words, clear and distinct in the ear.
The man opened his eyes wide, looking down at her. She had her eyes open, but because she could not see, she clung to his chest.
Yet Jiang Ruan could clearly feel his heartbeat quickening.
Thumping powerfully like a water pump, vibrating her eardrums,
sticking to his chest, the sensation was particularly pronounced, and the corners of Jiang Ruan's lips curved slightly in a subtle smile.
