Bo Tingshen gave her a look, "But you’ve been tricked by a man."
Oh? Which man was so capable, having the means to trick him? She was actually quite curious to see for herself.
Ye Xian unconsciously praised herself in her heart.
In the TV show, the ’Xia Qingshao Bathing’ scene was playing.
Ye Xian remembered this part where the brothers from Qiankun Mountain secretly watched Xia Qingshao bathe, got caught by Shen Jinyou, fought it out, and in the end, Shen Jinyou was wrongfully accused by everyone of being a womanizer—a scene she found quite amusing and watched attentively.
As she watched, she suddenly felt a burning gaze on her.
She slowly turned her head and saw undisguised anger in Bo Tingshen’s eyes and brows, "Do you like it?"
Ye Xian glanced at the blurred scene on the TV, where Xia Qingshao was suggestively undressing and bathing in the water, "Well... it’s not bad."
Luo Yuwei, though thin, still had quite the figure.
With such a curvy figure, the CEO was still unsatisfied? He must have high standards.
"Do you want her to come here and strip for you in person?"
Ye Xian: "!" What kind of outrageous remark was that?
The CEO’s expression? Was he angry?
So what if she glanced a bit longer at his sister-in-law? Would it cost him a piece of flesh? The whole country was watching!
Arguing with a werewolf was utterly pointless, Ye Xian bit her lip, "No need, I’m not interested in women."
Bo Tingshen picked up the remote and changed the channel.
Ye Xian: "..." She decided not to put up with this today, went upstairs to sleep, and would come down to eat when the cake was ready.
A series of crisp, soft cat meows suddenly came.
Following the sound upstairs, Ye Xian saw a long-haired white Persian Cat tiptoeing elegantly on the French carpet towards her.
Such a beautiful cat!
Light blue eyes, snow-white long fur, a soft, pudgy body that made one irresistible to rub it.
The Persian Cat walked elegantly towards Bo Tingshen, about to jump into his arms, but halfway there, Ye Xian snatched it away.
Ye Xian couldn’t help but gently stroke its body, her eyes comfortably squinted into a line.
The Persian Cat, intercepted halfway, sniffed the milky scent on Ye Xian, which made it comfortable, and gave her the face by licking her hand.
Bo Tingshen watched, his eyes gradually warming as they curved into crescents, seemingly very pleased.
"Look, CEO, it licked me!"
Ye Xian proudly showed off to him.
Bo Tingshen unmercifully retorted, "It thinks you’re its junior."
"Cats only lick animals of lower status than themselves."
"What kind of twisted logic is that." Ye Xian disbelieved, "So by that logic, if I lick you, you’re my junior too?"
Bo Tingshen’s eyes narrowed, "Where do you want to lick me?"
Ye Xian: "..." Shouldn’t he be asking if she was a cat?
Xiaoli brought a fruit plate and snacks from the kitchen, seeing Ye Xian intimately holding the Persian, and looked at Bo Tingshen with some surprise.
The Persian was the young master’s cat, chosen from hundreds of the purest, finest Persians, a prince among cats with a noble status. Usually, no one at home could touch it, even the lady hardly touched it, but now it was being held and petted by Ye Xian, which indicated—
Not only the lady very liked Ye Xian, the young master liked her even more.
With this thought, she tactfully brought over a cat toy and cat snacks to hand to Ye Xian.