"What is it!" Jiang Ruan pouted, straightening Bao Ye's face: "She has Zou Ji, and I have you, what's there to envy."
"No way, a big jar of jealousy, are you jealous of this too?"
Her warm palm rested on his cheek, so close by, Jiang Ruan could feel the fabric on the chest pressing against Bao Ye's heart, thumping powerfully.
The man's thin lips tugged slightly: "Oh."
He stared at her with his dark eyes: "Then what are you envious of?"
Before Jiang Ruan could speak, Bao Ye interrupted her: "Envious that she has parents, and you don't?"
His words were very direct, his tone rather indifferent.
Jiang Ruan paused, sadness flashed in her eyes, feeling as if her heart had been struck directly.
She felt a heaviness in her chest.
She took a breath, nodded: "Yes."
Murmured: "And such a caring older sister like stli, she's very happy."
Hearing this, Bao Ye pulled down her hand, clasped it in his palm, leaned back against the car seat, his lowered eyes showing defiance.
