Ye Xian rubbed her bleary eyes and hazily opened the door, only to see a man standing outside with a straight posture, wearing a health tracking bracelet, dressed in dark, casual sportswear, his handsome face exceptionally pallid.
Bo Tingshen looked at her with a displeased expression in his eyes.
Ye Xian: "..." Oh no, I forgot to set his contact name as Werewolf on Little Strawberry’s speaker— Who would have thought I’d blurt it out!
She quickly covered up Little Strawberry’s speaker.
"Mr. CEO, why are you up so early?"
"It’s not early, it’s already half past seven."
"Only half past seven~" Ye Xian chuckled, "I don’t start work until ten today, I’m going back to sleep for two more hours!"
She turned to shut the door, but the man pushed it open, "Ye Xian, have you forgotten something?"
What had she forgotten? Morning jog, of course.
"No way, Mr. CEO, I’m really tired, I want to sleep a bit longer~"
Ye Xian suddenly made a pitiful face, tugging at his sleeve, trying to act spoiled so she could get away with it, but Bo Tingshen heartlessly shook her off, glanced at his watch, and said, "Is that so? Then I’ll wait for you here."
He was going to enter her place?
Ye Xian snapped to attention.
"No need! Mr. CEO, just give me two minutes, I’ll get dressed and come right out!"
Are you kidding? Her bandeau and panties were still thrown on the bed—if he saw them, she’d die of embarrassment!
Five minutes later, Ye Xian trailed behind Bo Tingshen like a feeble Little White Rabbit dragged from its burrow, yawning and tearing up continuously.
"Mr. CEO, what time do you start work? Won’t you be late?"
Nine o’clock... That’s still a long way off. Ye Xian truly felt like crying.
Jiuxi Eighteen Islands, as a top luxury residence in Imperial Capital, offered multiple first-rate recreational facilities, including a garden running track constructed at great expense, which only homeowners with a card could access.
Ye Xian put on a face mask before entering.
Bo Tingshen watched her practiced movements, "You know you shouldn’t wear a mask while exercising, right?"
Ye Xian blinked her puzzled eyes, "Why not? Are there special rules here?"
It seemed he really didn’t exercise much.
"Running consumes a lot of oxygen, insufficient oxygen can cause lung damage."
"But what if someone recognizes me without a mask?"
"You’re overthinking it."
His dismissive reply made Ye Xian feel mocked, "Mr. CEO, are you saying I’m not popular or in demand?!"
Bo Tingshen didn’t respond. Instead, he took off the mask from her face, slipped his own health tracking bracelet onto her wrist, and adjusted the settings, "Go on, run for five minutes and let’s see the effect."
Ye Xian was infuriated. He was belittling her, thinking she wasn’t popular, just a third-rate artist! The sort no one would give a second glance to on the streets!
Just wait and see, one day she’d reach the peak of popularity and show him just how awesome she was—the kind of awe that would have him kneeling in admiration!
Daydreaming was always pleasant, but reality was harsh.
Running reluctantly for three minutes, Ye Xian felt her back aching and her body devoid of strength.
The CEO had given her the wristband—could he actually be intending to help her get fit? Was this addiction to tormenting her?
No, she couldn’t let him do as he pleased. She had to resist or she’d eventually be played to death by him!
As these thoughts raced through her mind, in the sixth minute, Bo Tingshen passed her by with an alluringly deep and slightly mocking voice, "Are you a snail?"
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