Host! I told you to do a task! I didn't tell you to bbb.

Little Ba flew back to Liu Yunshu's side dejectedly, where she gently poked its round belly with her finger.

Her fingertips were slightly cool, and her tone was languid: "Why do you look so listless?"

Xiao Ba lay on its back on the table, letting Liu Yunshu stroke its soft belly, a hint of enjoyment flashing in its eyes from time to time.

It grumbled and recounted what had happened, "People spent so many points to redeem it, and it's all for nothing..."

Liu Yunshu chuckled softly upon hearing this, then gently scratched its chin with her fingertips, a subtle smile playing in her eyes: "What do you want to do with this?"

"It's all because of you, Da Da!"

Xiao Ba suddenly rolled over and grabbed her wrist with its claws.

"The previous world terrified me, so I wanted to use the 'love brain halo' to make them all obey!"

Liu Yunshu paused, looking at its puffed-up and aggrieved expression.

The smile in his eyes grew more genuine, and his tone softened: "Foolish thing, people can't be tamed with something like this."

"Shen Hanzhou's wildness, Lu Xingchen's obedience, and Gu Yanqing's forbearance are all vivid in their own way."

She murmured softly, a hint of amusement in her voice, "It would be so boring if everyone turned into obedient puppets."

Liu Yunshu withdrew her fingertips and leaned back in the leather seat.

She slightly raised her gaze, landing on the bustling scene of people coming and going outside the floor-to-ceiling window of the Tianyu Group building, a faint smile playing on her lips.

"You mean Xingchen came up with a plan to flatter Gu Yanqing to his detriment?"

"Yes, Master!" Little Eight fluttered its wings and landed on her shoulder, its fluffy head rubbing against her ear.

Liu Yunshu chuckled lightly, "One of them dares to speak, and the other dares to listen. Let's hope they don't make things worse."

However, she still really wanted to see the two of them frantically "dealing with" Gu Yanqing; that scene would surely be lively and interesting.

"Xiao Ba, gather all the evidence against Xu Hui, and deal with him together later."

Thinking of Xu Hui, a dark glint flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes. This kind of trash must have ruined countless men and women!

"Okay! Big brother! I've got it covered!" Little Eight immediately straightened its little body and flapped its wings to make its promise.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Sister Yunshu, may I come in?"

Liu Yunshu's eyes narrowed slightly, her languid posture unchanged. She lightly tapped the table with her fingertips, her voice cold and forceful: "Enter."

"Sister Yunshu, I'm back from my tour."

Lu Xingchen carried an exquisite gift box and strode to his desk.

She gently placed the gift box on the table, her fingertips slightly curled, her tone filled with barely concealed joy.

"This is a limited edition scented candle that I brought especially for you. Do you like it?"

Liu Yunshu looked up at him, her gaze sweeping over the lingering tears in his eyes, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

"You just got back and came straight here, aren't you tired?"

"Not tired!" Lu Xingchen immediately shook his head, his clear eyes fixed on her, as if afraid of missing any expression on her face.

"I miss you, Sister Yunshu."

These words, straightforward yet imbued with youthful sincerity, drifted through the air, carrying a sweet and ambiguous undertone.

Liu Yunshu reached out and stroked his soft hair, gently ruffling it. "Your mouth is so sweet, is it coated with honey?"

Lu Xingchen stared intently at her, leaning forward slightly. "Would you like to try some, Sister Yunshu?"

Liu Yunshu raised an eyebrow, a hint of interest flashing in her eyes—oh, this little puppy is getting bolder and bolder.

She didn't back down; instead, she leaned forward slightly.

Her fingertips traced his hair down to his chin, and with a gentle hook, she asked in a languid, seductive tone, "Try? How do you want to try?"

A warm breath wafted over him, and Lu Xingchen's cheeks flushed red. He offered his trembling lips.

His kiss carried the unique awkwardness and recklessness of youth, yet it also concealed a long-suppressed passion.

It coiled around her eagerly, like vines, trying to absorb all the essence from her.

Liu Yunshu lowered her eyelids slightly, looking at the shyness surging in his eyes, and the smile in her eyes became more and more languid.

He knelt on the ground, tilting his head back to kiss her more urgently, his fingertips involuntarily slipping inside her clothes—

"Knock knock".

Just then, a knock came at the door, abruptly interrupting the intense, ambiguous atmosphere in the office.

Liu Yunshu slightly raised her eyelids, and the languor in her eyes instantly disappeared. She gently pressed her fingertips against Lu Xingchen's hand that had slipped into her clothes.

Lu Xingchen's cheeks were so red they were almost bleeding, his eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and passion, and annoyance at being interrupted.

He quickly withdrew his hand, hurriedly straightened up, and helped Liu Yunshu tidy her clothes.

"Go in." Liu Yunshu's voice had returned to its usual cool and aloof tone.

"Yun Shu, it took you so long to call me in..."

As soon as Lin Qin pushed open the door, before she could finish speaking, her gaze swept over the scene in the office, and she instantly stopped mid-sentence.

She clicked her tongue softly, her gaze lingering between Liu Yunshu's slightly open collar and Lu Xingchen's flushed ears.

A knowing, mischievous smile curled at the corner of his lips as he deliberately drew out his words: "Oh, looks like I've come at the wrong time?"

Liu Yunshu nodded at her lightly, "You'd better have something serious to do to ruin my plans."

His tone carried a hint of annoyance at being interrupted, but not a trace of real anger.

Lin Qin raised an eyebrow, closed the door, and walked briskly to the desk, handing her a document.

"This is the itinerary plan and resource allocation scheme for Lu Xingchen's upcoming trip. Take a look."

Lin Qin placed the documents on the table, her gaze lingering on Lu Xingchen once more, the smile in her eyes impossible to hide.

"I say, pop star Lu, you just got back from your tour and you can't wait to 'report back'. Your dedication deserves praise."

Lu Xingchen's face turned even redder, his ears were so hot they could fry an egg on them, and he avoided looking at Lin Qin.

Liu Yunshu glanced at him, a hint of indulgence appearing in her eyes.

He flipped through the document with his fingertips, his tone regaining its usual calm and assertive professional demeanor: "Get to the point."

The two sat facing each other and began to discuss Lu Xingchen's future development plans.

Lu Xingchen stood to the side, his gaze fixed on Liu Yunshu, never leaving her side.

After the discussion ended, Lin Qin winked at Liu Yunshu.

"I won't bother you any longer. Have a pleasant 'work' for you both."

As soon as she finished speaking, she slipped away quickly in her high heels, leaving behind a lingering ambiguous smile.

The office door closed again, and the ambiguous atmosphere that had just been interrupted quietly returned.

Liu Yunshu closed the file, and when she looked up, she met his eyes, which were filled with both passion and shyness. The corners of her lips curved slightly, and her tone carried a hint of teasing:

"What are you still standing there for? Where did your guts go?"

These words seemed to light a fuse. Lu Xingchen suddenly leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of the desk and pulling her into his arms.

This time, he shed his earlier naivety and recklessness, kissing her with restraint yet intensity, his tongue gently tracing the shape of her lips.

Liu Yunshu let him control the rhythm, her eyelids slightly closed, her fingertips casually tracing his back, with a touch of lazy indulgence.

He kissed her until he was almost breathless, his forehead pressed against hers, his hot breath falling on her neck.

She chuckled softly, pinching his reddened earlobe with her fingertips: "What's the rush? There'll be plenty of time later."

"What you need to do now is expand your influence and maintain your top position."

Liu Yunshu gently pushed his chest away with her fingertips, but her eyes held a barely perceptible indulgence.

Lu Xingchen's Adam's apple bobbed, and the burning passion in his eyes had not faded, but he obediently straightened up.

The touch of her fabric still lingered on his fingertips, and his voice was hoarse from the kiss: "I'll listen to you, Sister Yunshu."

He looked down at her, his clear eyes full of obedience.

"That's a good girl, go on."

Liu Yunshu lightly tapped his face with her fingertips, her tone regaining some of the crispness of her professional demeanor, but her eyes still held an unyielding, languid smile.

Lu Xingchen gently rubbed her fingertips, like a small animal being stroked, the burning passion in his eyes gradually turning into a tender affection:

"Then I'll come find you when I'm done with my work, Sister Yunshu."

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When Liu Yunshu returned to the villa after finishing her day's work, it was already dark.

The landscape lights in the courtyard cast a warm yellow glow, making the stone path appear hazy.

She took off her high heels, put on soft cotton slippers, rubbed her aching temples with her fingertips, and a lazy aura spread around her.

As she walked towards her room, she listened to Lu Xingchen's message.

"Sister Yunshu, you're in amazing shape today! It must be because I caught your scent this morning; even singing and dancing feels so energetic!"

Hearing the boy's excited and self-satisfied tone, Liu Yunshu's eyes sparkled with a subtle smile.

She lightly swiped her finger across the screen and murmured, "You're getting better and better at talking."

As I pushed open the door, a faint fragrance quietly wafted into my nostrils.

A hint of interest flashed in Liu Yunshu's eyes—was it him?

She didn't rush to turn on the light, but slowly walked into the room.

Moonlight filtered through the gauze curtains under the eaves, casting dappled silver patterns on the floor.

She looked around, but there was no one in the room.

Finally, my gaze settled on the large bed, where a person lay quietly.

When Liu Yunshu got closer and took a look, her pupils contracted sharply, and she gasped in shock.

Under the moonlight, layers of red lines were wrapped around her fair skin, making her look like a carefully bound sacrificial offering.

Each wrapping is imbued with almost devout restraint, yet a few strands hang loosely at the waistline, outlining a smooth yet taut silhouette.

Liu Yunshu paused by the bedside, her fingertips unconsciously curling up, the languor in her eyes replaced by a hint of surprise and interest.