Bo Tingshen: "What’s in it for me?"
"The benefit is... if you help Lin Yan this once, he’ll remember the favor. Plus, if Old Master Lin and Lin Yan mend their relationship, they’ll be grateful to you!"
Ye Xian: "..." As expected, the big devil wouldn’t be moved by such emotional ties.
Ye Xian scratched her head in distress and muttered softly, "Then, CEO, what do you need?"
She didn’t dare to really ask, after all, she definitely didn’t have what a top-tier boss would need.
Bo Tingshen’s gaze swept up and down over her, "What can you give me?"
Ye Xian wracked her brain, trying to think of something she could exchange with him.
An idea sparked in her mind, and she raised her hand, "CEO, I recently learned a couple of traditional Chinese massage techniques from Xiao Lu. They’re really effective. You must be exhausted from a day’s work outside, right? How about I give you a massage?"
Bo Tingshen pursed his lips and remained silent.
Ye Xian took his silence for consent and ran behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders, finding a few acupoints, and began to work.
The youth’s pale, slender fingers were soft and boneless, lacking strength. The massage was like tickling, but the steady breathing that drifted down his neck tickled his heart from between two bones.
Ye Xian: "CEO, does it feel good?"
She leaned close to his ear and asked gently, her faint breath flowing down the side of his ear and into the collar of his shirt, the warmth tantalizing.
Bo Tingshen closed his eyes, his voice a bit hoarse, "If you come a bit closer, I’ll feel even better."
Ye Xian thought he was being sarcastic, assuming he actually meant she was too close, so she stepped back a few paces.
"CEO, if there’s any part of you that still feels uncomfortable, I can massage it too!"
"My whole body feels uncomfortable."
Ye Xian: "..." "It might be hard to work properly here, right?"
Bo Tingshen: "Should we move to the bed?"
Ye Xian: "..." Why does the CEO’s tone feel weird?
"There’s no need for that. I’m... I’m not that professional yet."
His heart was so ticklish, he couldn’t go on anymore.
Bo Tingshen called a stop, but Ye Xian, as if she hadn’t heard, continued to massage with dedication.
"I said that’s enough."
The man suddenly grasped her hand, his grip stronger than intended, causing Ye Xian’s wrist to hurt.
"CEO, you’re too strong. It hurts."
Ye Xian shook her hand. Bo Tingshen loosened his grip slightly but felt something bothersome against his palm.
He rolled up her sleeve and saw a delicate diamond bracelet, "What is that?"
"This... This is a small gift from the brand when I did an advertisement."
"Take it off and let me see."
"There’s no need for that, right?"
Bo Tingshen lifted his gaze to hers, and Ye Xian: "..."
She took off the bracelet Ye Shaowen had given her and handed it to him.
How can the CEO be so curious? He shouldn’t recognize this bracelet, should he?
"Storehouse—part of the latest limited edition men’s bracelet series by France’s rencontrer, with only thirty pieces worldwide."
Ye Xian: "!!" Shit, I forgot Bo’s started in luxury goods. How could such a shrewd and knowledgeable boss not know such a famous luxury brand? Mistake! Should I come clean?
She didn’t have time to think as Bo Tingshen continued, "Released just over three months ago, it’s solely sold in specialty stores within France. Ye Shaowen just happened to be in France at that time, right?"
Ye Xian: "!!!" Is this even human? Is this Sherlock Holmes alive? How did he manage to calculate the time and events?