Being asked, Bao Ye was quite proud, he didn't speak, instead he put an arm around her waist and asked her in a low voice, "Can you cut down on some of your commitments?"
"There's no need for you to tire yourself out like this."
It's not like he's dead.
He didn't want to see her so exhausted.
Although he was very tired himself.
But it's natural for a man to be tired, allowing his woman to leave early and come home late every day and be exhausted is a man's incompetence.
Jiang Ruan smiled, looking up at his distinctly framed face, the air filled with the scent of cologne at the tip of her nose.
She teased, "What, feeling sorry for me?"
She heard Bao Ye answer, "Mm."
As he spoke, the pad of his finger fell on the dark circles under her eyes, he frowned tightly, "Your dark circles are so heavy, you're almost turning into a panda."
"What kind of crappy company is this, not treating an artist's body as a body."
It should just go bankrupt.
