"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.
"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!"
"Oh."
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.
Sure enough...
