The richly flavored bone broth, after being meticulously simmered for a full hour and a half, was finally ready. Ye Xian removed the lid, fanning the aroma with her hand. It was fragrant and tempting, making her mouth water. The worms of hunger in her stomach were nearly lured out. So delicious! Updates are released by novelFɪre.net If the CEO didn't come back soon, she feared she wouldn't be able to resist drinking the whole pot of soup. First, she decided to check if the meat was tender. Ye Xian opened the cupboard, searching for the tool to retrieve the meat, and found the small strainer placed on the top shelf. She stood on tiptoes to reach it, her toes stretched stick-straight, but she couldn't even touch the handle. Why did the CEO put the kitchen utensils so high? To show off his extraordinary height? She jumped up a few times but still couldn't reach, so she prepared to go get a stool to stand on. Unexpectedly, at that moment, a handsome palm, long and well-proportioned with clearly defined joints, suddenly grasped the handle of the strainer and extended it towards her. The man whispered in her ear with a hint of mockery in his deep voice. The sudden appearance of a large hand in front of her, spooked Ye Xian into thinking she saw a ghost in broad daylight, making her jump three feet high. Was it brought over from Ghost City? The youth reflexively leaped up, slipped, and nearly fell over. Fortunately, the man firmly grasped her, and seeing her still jittery, he put down the strainer, one hand pressing on her shoulder and the other around her waist. He held her tightly from behind. Ye Xian's delicate, boneless soft body was pressed firmly against him as she struggled. A faint, pleasant milky scent emanated from her with each movement, calming the man's restlessness from not seeing her for days, soothing his intense, intrusive thoughts and dispelling the vast gloom accumulated during her absence, comforting the man's deep longing for touch. Bo Tingshen's embrace tightened, his eyes lightly closed, his tall nose buried in her messy, lush hair as if inhaling a lethal poison. Ye Xian felt as if she had been seized by a 'ghostly spirit', the other's strength seeming as if it could enter her body at any moment. After struggling with all her might, she barely managed to free one hand, grabbed a fork from the kitchen counter, and prepared to fight for her life, only to look up and see... a very handsome, pleased face? Her mouth formed an O shape, and the fork she was holding dropped. "CEO, when did you get back? Why didn't you say a word to me?" Hearing her voice, Bo Tingshen slowly raised his head. She wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but Ye Xian felt his mood was good, although he still spoke harshly, "Why should I tell you? What are you to me?" "What am I to you, don't you already know?!" Ye Xian questioned him righteously. Bo Tingshen looked stunned, gazing at her, even his breath catching, "Who are you?" Ye Xian: "A servant, of course!" Available 24/7, both for cooking and running errands; there wasn't a more miserable servant than her! Bo Tingshen's eyes turned cold, and the grip on her slender waist became a touch heavier, "Oh? What kind of servant takes the liberty of entering the master's room?" The fright had emboldened her just moments before, but now she remembered her 'guilty' status after being pinched. No wonder he locked her down as soon as he came in, fearing she'd just up and leave.