Jiang Ruan tightly grabbed Bao Ye's hand, crying with grievances and unable to form words: "He even kissed my neck, Bao Ye, I feel so dirty now, sob sob sob..."
"I wanted to refuse, but he tied my hands up, I couldn't move..."
Jiang Ruan's voice was choked with sobs.
Listening to her, a shadow passed through Bao Ye's eyes, his thin lips pressed tightly, yet his gaze towards her was full of tenderness.
He raised his hand to help her wipe her tears.
Jiang Ruan struggled: "I need to shower, Bao Ye, I want to shower right now."
She pleaded with him: "Can you take me to shower? I feel so dirty right now."
Bao Ye frowned, initially wanting to refuse as both her wrists were injured and shouldn't touch water.
But suddenly he thought of something, paused in silence, and ultimately compromised.
He wrote "Okay." in her palm.
In the bathroom, the double bathtub was exceptionally large, at this moment, steaming with mist, water splashing, Bao Ye held Jiang Ruan soaking in it.
