"Just like the soup I've made, it's absolutely rich in flavor, fragrant and overflowing, with not a hint of excess fishiness."
The noodles were ready as soon as they hit the soup, and Ye Xian took a bowl from nearby to serve him a full portion. Read full story at novel[f]ire.net
"CEO, please enjoy your meal."
As she spoke, she gently moved his hand away from where it clasped her waist.
Bo Tingshen's gaze lingered on her small movement with a light sneer, "What about yours?"
"I don't need any, I've already had dinner!"
Bo Tingshen let go of her.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Xian made her escape, "CEO, please eat, I won't disturb you anymore, I'll go back to watching the show...."
She had barely taken two steps when the back of her neck was mercilessly gripped.
Such familiar actions, such a familiar recipe, sent a clack in Ye Xian's heart, and a sense of foreboding washed over her all too familiarly.
The next second, Bo Tingshen lifted her by the waist and sat her atop the kitchen counter, then leaned in on both arms at her sides, his inscrutable gaze looking down at her, "Ye Xian, have you forgotten something?"
The man was so close, his hot breath generously sprayed over her face and neck.
Ye Xian's ability to think evaporated instantly, her round eyes fixated on the firm muscles of his arm, and her mind filled with the thought of being completely at his mercy.
Could the CEO be starting to settle scores, taking her to task in his anger?
"Forgot, forgot something?"
"Where's the durian?"
Ye Xian internally let two noodles of tears fall; the CEO really was stingy, no matter how actively someone tried to please him, he never forgot a grudge.
"I... I came back too late, the fruit shop was closed, even Meituan wasn't delivering anymore."
"Late? Who were you hanging out with?"
"I wasn't hanging out with anyone! Fans crowded the airport, security took ages to clear them, and that's when I got out."
"No durian is fine." Bo Tingshen raised a Feather Jade Eyebrow, casually picked up a peeler from the countertop, and expertly twirled it before her, "Then, kneel to this."
Watching his skilled knife-twirling and his expressionless, handsome face, Ye Xian thought of him as an emotionless assassin, "???"
The CEO was even scarier than the devils of Ghost City!
"CEO, I was wrong, I really was, I shouldn't have called to scold you, but that was the crew's fault, you wouldn't believe it if you watched 'Top Flow Competition', it really wasn't my fault!"
Ye Xian rubbed her eyes with both hands, about to cry, but Bo Tingshen was no longer playing her game, "You were wrong? Haven't you said that a million times now?"
Ye Xian: "..." Was it really that exaggerated?
"You know you were wrong, yet you dare to do it again."
Ye Xian: "..." To know one's employees is to surpass the boss!
Bo Tingshen brought the peeler slowly closer to her cheek, and Ye Xian felt its cold metal touch, shivering in fear, closing her eyes, what the hell? Has the CEO gone crazy? He wouldn't really do something to her, would he? Not start with her face, right?
No! She still needed her face to make a living!
Suddenly, she closed her eyes, and the whole act of toying with her took on a different flavor.
Bo Tingshen's hand holding the peeler paused for a moment before slowly moving the blade's edge to her lips.
Her youthful lashes trembled with tension, her straight and sleek nose, under the warm orange light above, casting soft pink shades on her thin lips... Like a fruit begging to be plucked, emitting an incredibly enticing color and fragrance.
Bo Tingshen's eyelids drooped slightly, and a hint of uncontrollable greed and desire shone in the depths of his dark eyes.