He stole his best friend's photos and fell for a tycoon's heir through online dating.

They really did blow themselves up!

Xia Ruo breathed a huge sigh of relief, thankful that she hadn't given herself away.

That moment of guilt almost made her die on the spot, but luckily her acting skills were on point, and she managed to turn "a guilty conscience" into "being innocently framed".

The floor is almost cleaned.

"Mr. Huo, would you like to sit at your workstation and apply the medicine? It's not very convenient to stand here." His tone was so obedient, as if he were asking an elder for permission.

Huo Sinian didn't respond, but his steps from the break room to the work area indicated that he acquiesced.

As Xia Ruo approached her workstation and was about to pull out a chair, her gaze suddenly froze—

A hot drink was placed on the table.

A fine layer of water droplets condensed on the cup wall, and a slight steam rose from it.

Her heart skipped a beat.

She remembered that there was nothing on the table before she left.

She went to the break room for less than ten minutes. During those ten minutes, someone came to her workstation.

"You've worked hard overtime," Huo Sinian's voice came from behind, light and casual. "I didn't see you when I got here."

Xia Ruo's brain exploded with a "buzz".

So—why would President Huo specially bring a drink to a lowly intern like himself?

Then I found she wasn't at her workstation, so I went out to look for her. As a result, she splashed coffee all over me in the break room and burned my arm.

She went through the whole story in her mind and suddenly felt the tube of burn ointment in her hand become heavy.

She was just cursing him on WeChat, saying he was more petty than the eye of a needle...

"Thank you, Mr. Huo," she said softly.

Huo Sinian didn't respond. He lifted his leg and sat down at her workstation, his long legs casually stretched out under the table, as if it were his own seat.

The scalded arm rested on the table, the sleeve rolled up to the elbow, revealing the muscular forearm and reddened skin.

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on her face.

"What are you standing there for?"

Huh? Me? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?

Helping to rinse it off is one thing, but applying medicine like this is a bit too intimate, isn't it?

A lone man and woman, late at night, she, an intern, was applying medicine to the CEO. If others saw this, she would never be able to clear her name, no matter what.

And Mr. Huo, don't you have feelings for Wanwan?

How can you do this to Wanwan?

If Wanwan found out, she'd think her best friend was trying to steal her boyfriend.

"Isn't that a bit inappropriate, Mr. Huo?" Xia Ruo carefully chose her words, the tube of burn ointment in her hand becoming slightly deformed from her grip.

"You burned me, and you won't even put some medicine on it?"

His tone was not heavy, even a little nonchalant.

But Xia Ruo could tell the weight of those words—in layman's terms, it meant: You burned the person, so if you don't care, who will?

"Yes, Mr. Huo! I'd be more than happy to!"

Xia Ruo immediately expressed her opinion, her tone changing faster than flipping through a book, forcing out a smile that said, "It's an honor to serve the leader."

"I was just afraid you wouldn't want to; being able to apply the medicine to you is the luckiest thing that ever happened to me!"

She squeezed a little ointment onto her fingertip; the white, translucent ointment emitted a faint herbal scent.

He bent down and carefully applied the ointment to his burned skin, starting from the most reddened area and spreading it little by little.

My fingertips slid down the lines of his arm, from near his wrist all the way to his elbow.

Occasionally, her fingertips would brush against the fine hairs on his forearm, the soft touch sending shivers down her spine.

Her face started to feel hot again.

My inner monologue has already exploded:

Xia Ruo, what are you doing?

Never been with a man? ...It seems she really has never been in a relationship.

When I was in college, I was busy working to save money. After graduation, I was busy working to pay off my loans. I never even held a boy's hand, let alone dated.

But wait! Is it really necessary to blush like that? It was just a touch of the arm, can't you have some self-respect?!

She cursed herself eight hundred times in her heart, but her face still continued to turn red, much to her dismay.

Huo Sinian looked down at her.

From his angle, he could only see the top of her head and a small section of her bright red earlobe.

Her eyelashes were long, and when she looked down at his arm, they cast a small fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, which flickered with the frequency of her blinking.

A few strands of hair fell down, swaying gently as she applied the medicine. Her slender, delicate fingers carefully and gently applied the medicine to his arm, her fingertips trembling slightly, carrying a hesitant air that made one's heart flutter.

That hesitation wasn't fear, but a kind of instinctive nervousness unique to young girls, inexperienced and facing close contact.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and he looked away.

His gaze fell on the project document on the table, as if he had grasped something that could be used to distract himself.

"How's the proposal coming along?" he asked, his voice lower than usual, and somewhat unnaturally stiff.

"Is there anything you can't do?"

Xia Ruo's fingers paused for a moment.

So that's why the drink was made.

She felt a little guilty just now, thinking that she had scolded him too harshly on WeChat.

It turns out they came to urge us to meet deadlines. Delivering hot drinks was just a side effect—no, it was "on the way," a "charity," a "superficial concern from the boss for employees working overtime."

The nascent sense of guilt shattered instantly.

She withdrew her hand and twisted the burn ointment tighter than usual.

The tone was flat:

"It's almost done, Mr. Huo. Just a few more polishes and it'll be finished."

She bent down and turned on the computer. The screen lit up, and the document for the project proposal was still at the position she had just edited.

She moved half a body length to the side so he could see the screen, but she didn't realize that this position made her very close to him, so close that if she turned her face, she would bump into his chin.

A crisp, refreshing scent filled Xia Ruo's nostrils. The aroma of cedar and cold air mingled together—clean, cool, and with an almost aggressive quality that made one instinctively want to hold their breath.

Xia Ruo's fingers, which were gripping the mouse, froze.

too close.

She could even feel the warmth of his breath gently brushing against her ear.

Zhou Siyan looked at the girl's profile, which was so close to his face.

The light shone from the side, illuminating every fine hair on her face, and revealing a tiny mole on the tip of her nose that was barely visible unless you looked closely.

But at this distance, the little mole looks like a sesame seed fallen on white jade, so playful that you want to reach out and touch it.

The white shirt collar was slightly open, revealing a slender, graceful neck with skin so thin that faint blue veins could be seen underneath.

His eyes gradually darkened.

Something slowly rose from his chest, striking his restraint again and again.

His Adam's apple bobbed again.

Her fingers curled slightly on the table, her fingertips unconsciously rubbing the edge of the table—where the warmth of her palms still lingered from when she was working at the desk.

"Continue," he said, his voice hoarse.

Xia Ruo didn't understand. Continue with what? Continue applying the medicine? Or continue discussing the plan? Her mind was completely blank.

It must be a plan, it must be a plan!

Force yourself to calm down and suppress those chaotic thoughts one by one.

"It's still the first draft, Mr. Huo. Please take a look." After saying that, he hurriedly took three steps back.

The girl's aura dissipated immediately.

Zhou Siyan lowered his eyes, his fingers slowly tightening. A wave of loss and reluctance surged up in an instant, silent yet overwhelming all his reason.

a long time!

His gaze fell on the screen.

An intern who had been working for two days, a dance major with no experience, was tasked with writing a proposal independently. His expectation was that the first draft would be barely passable, showing effort but riddled with flaws.

He had even figured out how to "guide" her.

He even mentally prepared a draft, deciding where to begin and how to deliver the message without discouraging her.

But his gaze stopped.

The screen displays a complete project proposal.

The framework is clear, the logic is rigorous, and the data is detailed. From the project background to the breakdown of objectives, from the execution path to the risk assessment, each item is written in a clear and organized manner, highlighting the key points.

He quickly skimmed through the entire proposal in a few seconds, his brow twitching almost imperceptibly.

The format was standardized, the wording professional, and even the budget sheet was prepared in two versions.

One plan is based on the highest budget, and the other is an alternative plan based on the lowest budget.

He couldn't even find a single piece of data that needed to be modified.

This doesn't seem like something a newbie could write in two hours; it's more like the result of someone with several years of project experience.

He turned his head and his gaze fell on Xia Ruo's profile.

She was also looking at the screen, her peach blossom eyes slightly lowered, and her face still flushed.

He never imagined that this spoiled brat who always whines and begs for money on WeChat would be so...capable!