Miss Si's feigned innocence went too far, and the aloof Mr. Bo was easily swayed.

Bo Yusen lifted his eyelids and glanced at Si Yuan lightly.

Si Yuan gave him what she considered to be the brightest and best smile.

However, Bo Yusen was not buying it.

Seeing that its master hadn't moved, 233 slid over to Si Yuan's side.

【Ah Yuan, I'll blow it for you~~~】

233 opened her mouth └(^o^)┘ and radiated cold air towards Si Yuan's palm.

Si Yuan's use of "blowing" was for flirting.

233 really does release cold air.

Si Yuan shivered from the cold and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Tsk—"

Bo Yusen stared coldly at the oval head. "Shut up and get out!"

233 looked aggrieved (。•́︿•̀。): 【Yes, Master.】

Si Yuan watched 233 looking back every few steps and felt a pang of pity. "Can you please not be so harsh on 233?"

"What's wrong?"

"Even though he's a robot, he can still get sad. Look at his expression just now, he was almost crying."

Bo Yusen bandaged Si Yuan's wound.

"If I'm not mean to it, why would I be mean to you?"

Si Yuan pouted, "Can't you not be so fierce?"

Just then, his phone rang. Bo Yusen got up to answer it. "No."

Si Yuan: "..."

This person is so difficult to deal with.

When Bo Yusen got busy, he was constantly on the phone.

Si Yuan looked at the porridge that was getting cold, placed it in front of him, and watched him smile obediently.

As soon as Bo Yusen hung up the phone, she said impatiently, "Ninth Master, this is porridge I specially cooked for you. Please try it."

Bo Yusen glanced at the porridge in the bowl. It was golden pumpkin porridge, the taste of which was unknown, but the color was quite nice.

"I heard that the Si family raises their daughters to be proficient in not only music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and various languages, but also to cook."

Si Yuan smiled and nodded, "Yes, my cooking skills have been recognized by many people."

"Oh? Lots of people?"

Si Yuan was quite perceptive of the impending danger, and she immediately explained, "It's my aunts and the cooking teachers at home; they're all women."

"Yeah?"

Although Bo Yusen's expression didn't change much, Si Yuan felt that the oppressive feeling had lessened considerably.

"Ever since I learned to cook, my dream has been to cook a meal for Master Jiu one day. I never thought it would come true so soon. Thank you, Master Jiu, for giving me this opportunity."

"Ninth Master, the porridge won't taste good if it gets cold. If you start to doubt my cooking skills, I'll be so wronged."

Si Yuan held the bowl in one hand for a long time, but it was almost too heavy to hold anymore; her hand kept shaking.

"Ninth Master, I can't hold on much longer."

Seeing that she was about to use her injured hand to support herself, Bo Yusen took the bowl from her hand.

The porridge melts in your mouth, soft, sticky, and sweet.

Even Bo Yusen, who doesn't usually like porridge, had to admit that it tasted really good.

While Bo Yusen was drinking his porridge, Si Yuan kept staring at him.

This person's appearance, physique, and the elegance and refinement he exudes are unmatched by others.

The mole on my Adam's apple rolled playfully up and down with each swallow; I really wanted to touch it.

"Have you seen enough?"

My voice hasn't fully recovered from the cold yet, and it's still a little hoarse, making it even more irritating to the ears.

Si Yuan smiled and shook her head. "No, Ninth Master is too handsome. I can never get enough of looking at him."

Bo Yusen put down his bowl, his dark eyes fixed on Si Yuan's face. "Do you know the consequences of being a scoundrel to me?"

Si Yuan was as honest as could be, her beautiful, clear eyes staring innocently at him. "Is telling the truth considered being a hooligan?"

The two locked eyes for a moment, then Bo Yusen looked away and stood up. "You can leave now."

Seeing that there was still half a bowl of porridge left, Si Yuan immediately picked it up and chased after him. "Ninth Master, have some more, ten bites... eight bites... five bites will do..."

Bo Yusen suddenly stopped, and Si Yuan bumped into him unexpectedly.

Bo Yusen turned around and looked at her with a deep gaze.

Si Yuan chuckled, "How about the last three bites? I'll give you a reward after you finish these three bites."

"Si Yuan—"

Bo Yusen took a deep breath. "I'm not a child."

Si Yuan inwardly grumbled.

Absolutely!

You're much harder to coax than a child.

"Alright, since you don't want to drink porridge, then take your medicine."

Si Yuan took the pills and handed them to Bo Yusen with warm water and medicine.

Bo Yusen frowned deeply. "Didn't you hear me? You can leave now."

His tone wasn't exactly friendly, and Si Yuan sounded aggrieved. "I didn't say I was going to stay here forever. I'll leave after you take your medicine. Otherwise, what will you do if you don't take your medicine after I leave?"

"Si Yuan—"

After a few seconds of stalemate, Si Yuan suddenly pushed Bo Yusen onto the sofa and pressed her entire body against him.

Bo Yusen frowned and tried to push her away, but when he saw her hand, he paused for only a second.

Si Yuan had already bitten the pill and lowered her head to kiss him.

After using the tip of her tongue to put the pill into Bo Yusen's mouth, Si Yuan took a sip of water and then kissed him again.

Si Yuan was afraid that Bo Yusen would vomit, so she tightly covered his mouth.

Si Yuan wasn't sure if Bo Yusen had swallowed the medicine; she was almost out of breath and was about to back away—

The man's large hand gripped the back of her neck and pulled her close, their lips meeting again.

A storm of kisses, mixed with an unknown emotion, swept over Si Yuan, leaving her completely overwhelmed.

This person eats slowly and carefully.

Their kisses, however, were like wolfing down food—fierce and urgent.

Si Yuan's whole body went numb from his kisses, and her head was spinning. After he released her, she took a while to catch her breath.

The man who had almost taken advantage of her was now back at work as if nothing had happened, as if he wasn't the one who had grabbed her waist and forcibly kissed her.

It's getting late, Si Yuan should go back.

She hadn't forgotten why she came to find Bo Yusen.

She walked up to Bo Yusen, took out a box, and said, "Ninth Master, this is a reward for you for taking your medicine obediently."

Bo Yusen didn't even look up. "Take it."

Si Yuan ignored him and opened the box, inside which was a pair of uniquely designed cuffs.

"I heard you're attending Cloud Steps University's centennial celebration tomorrow. These are cuffs I designed for you personally. I hope you like them."

The round black cuffs, at first glance, look like a forest, but upon closer inspection, they are actually the Chinese character for "forest" composed of three "wood" radicals.

Without giving Bo Yusen a chance to refuse, Si Yuan quickly retreated to the door. "Then I'm leaving. Remember to smoke less and drink more water."

After Si Yuan left, the room was empty.

Bo Yusen stared at the cuff on the table, his expression unreadable.

Si Yuan said goodbye to 233 and walked out of the villa, where she saw Lan Hai open the back door.

"Miss Si, Ninth Master asked me to take you home."

Si Yuan was secretly pleased and did not refuse, "Thank you."

Si Yuan designed a set of cuffs and brooches, both of which are composed of three trees forming a forest.

If Bo Yusen likes the cufflinks she gave him, he'll definitely recognize the brooch as her design the moment he sees it tomorrow.

She saved him today, took care of him, and even fed him medicine mouth-to-mouth.

Even if he doesn't care about the Buddha's reputation, shouldn't he at least consider these sentiments?