Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

The man sat on the edge of the bed, his black shirt completely unbuttoned, revealing his striking chest and abdominal muscles, their lines beautifully defined from top to bottom, and a tight black leather belt around his narrow waist.

With legs slightly apart, he sat in a casual yet domineering posture.

There was an open first-aid kit next to him, and he was holding cotton swabs and iodine in his hand. There were several long red scratches on his neck and chest, clearly indicating that he was treating his injuries.

Rong Zheng was caught off guard and stunned into place.

Hearing the noise, Song Shiyan thought it was Fang Zheng and said, "Come and help me deal with this; I can't see the wound on my neck."

After two seconds of silence, he looked up and saw Rong Zheng standing frozen in the doorway. Surprise crossed his eyes. "Rong Zheng?"

Rong Zheng snapped out of her daze and immediately turned her back to him. "Assistant Fang said you were in a bad mood, so I came to check on you."

Song Shiyan put down the cotton swabs and iodine, and with his slender fingers buttoned up the buttons one by one, but only up to the wound on his chest. "Come in."

Rong Zheng turned around and saw that four buttons on Song Shiyan's shirt were undone, revealing scratches and his chest muscles. This half-concealed, half-revealed look made him even sexier.

She glanced at him briefly before lowering her eyes, stopping a few steps away from Song Shiyan. "Do you need my help?"

He must have asked Fang Zheng to treat his wound, but now that Fang Zheng isn't here, and she's run into him, she can't just ignore it.

Seeing Rong Zheng's blushing face and shy expression, Song Shiyan felt his annoyance dissipate considerably. "Thank you for your trouble."

Rong Zheng walked over and took out cotton swabs and iodine from the first-aid kit. Facing Song Shiyan, she looked at his handsome face that had no bad angles, and her heart started racing.

She immediately looked away from his face and focused on the scratches on his neck. "You... look up."

Song Shiyan slightly raised his chin and tilted his head back.

Rong Zheng bent down and began to disinfect the wound on his neck. She had scratched him quite hard, breaking the skin and causing some areas to bleed. One wound grazed his Adam's apple, and when she treated that spot, she paused slightly as she looked at his prominent and masculine Adam's apple.

His gaze lingered on Adam's apple for two seconds before he immediately looked down.

Rong Zheng's original intention was not to look at his Adam's apple, but she unexpectedly saw a scene that made her even more flustered, following the line of sight down his Adam's apple...

She was standing, and he was sitting. From her superior position, she could see his well-defined pectoral muscles and the sexy abs faintly visible under his shirt.

This man has such a great physique!

When Song Shiyan saw Rong Zheng suddenly stop and lower her eyes, he saw her stunned expression and realized what she was looking at. A smile slowly rose in his deep eyes.

If I had known, he should have deducted one less.

After a brief moment of stunned silence, Rong Zheng looked away, her face already flushed red to the roots of her ears. She continued to treat Song Shiyan's wounds.

But I just couldn't calm down.

How could she stare blankly at Song Shiyan's body?

It's not her fault; it's just that he has such a great figure. People are always drawn to beautiful things.

Just like when we see handsome men and beautiful women on the street, we can't help but take a few more glances.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it.

A moment later, "It's done."

Rong Zheng began packing her first-aid kit.

Song Shiyan asked knowingly, "Why is your face so red?"

Rong Zheng abruptly stopped tidying up, feeling as if she had been caught sneaking a peek.

She suppressed her panic and continued packing her things as if nothing had happened. Then, she said in a serious tone, "When you bend over, your body position changes, and gravity causes blood to redistribute throughout your body. Blood flow back to the head is relatively slow, which leads to congestion in the head and a flushed face. This is a normal phenomenon."

Song Shiyan's thin lips curved slightly. How could she be so cute? "Mmm."

Rong Zheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, having gotten away with it. After packing up the first-aid kit, she asked Song Shiyan, "Have you had lunch?"

Song Shiyan truthfully replied, "I have no appetite."

"You have to eat something even if you don't have an appetite, otherwise it'll be bad for your stomach." Rong Zheng had worked too many part-time jobs when she was in college and didn't eat on time, which caused her to develop stomach problems. "Do you have any ingredients at home? I'll make you something to eat."

"have."

"I'll go take a look." Rong Zheng left the bedroom, went to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator, and found that apart from a few eggs, the rest were fruits and mineral water.

The kitchen was very clean, and the kitchenware was new, which showed that Song Shiyan rarely ate at home.

Is having only eggs considered having ingredients?

Rong Zheng looked at Song Shiyan, who came in after her, and asked, "How about I order you some takeout?"

"They have noodles."

"Shall I make you some egg noodles?"

"it is good."

The big boss is so easy to please, he's not picky at all.

"You can go now, it'll be done in a minute." Rong Zheng said, taking an apron and putting it on. Just as she was about to tie the straps, Song Shiyan came up behind her, took the straps from her, and said, "I'll do it."

Their fingers briefly touched, but Rong Zheng immediately withdrew her hand, feeling that the act of a man tying an apron for a woman was somewhat ambiguous.

"I can do it myself." Rong Zheng turned around to avoid it.

Song Shiyan gently scratched Rong Zheng's lower back with his fingers. "Don't move."

Rong Zheng felt as if she had been electrocuted; a tingling sensation ran through her waist, and her body involuntarily tensed up. She stood up straight, afraid to move any further.

"alright."

Hearing the man's words, Rong Zheng felt as if she had been granted a pardon and immediately distanced herself from him, saying, "Go wait in the restaurant, it will be ready soon."

Song Shiyan glanced at Rong Zheng's reddened ear tips, his thin lips curving slightly, before turning and leaving the kitchen.

The egg noodles were ready in no time, and Rong Zheng came out of the kitchen carrying the steaming noodles.

In summer, heat transfers quickly, and the bowl became very hot in no time. Her hands ached from the heat, but she couldn't drop it, so Rong Zheng could only endure it and quicken her pace toward the restaurant.

Song Shiyan was on the phone in the living room when he heard a noise. He turned around and saw Rong Zheng put the bowl on the dining table and then quickly pinch her ears with both hands, obviously burned.

He immediately hung up the phone and hurried over. "Did you get burned?"

Rong Zheng kept touching her ears with her fingers to relieve the burning sensation. "It's okay."

Song Shiyan pulled Rong Zheng's hand to check it and frowned when he saw that several of her fingers were red from the heat.

"It's really nothing, it's just that the bowl..." is too hot.

Before Rong Zheng could finish speaking, the man suddenly lowered his head and gently blew on her fingers.

Rong Zheng was suddenly stunned. She never expected that Song Shiyan, who was aloof, mature and steady, would do something like blowing on someone. The contrast was truly surprising.

The key point is that because he had been treating his wound, four buttons on his shirt were undone. Now, as he leaned forward slightly, his sexy chest and abdominal muscles came into her view again.

Rong Zheng suddenly felt terrible. Even though the wind he was blowing was cool, she felt hot all over.