Taking the medicine box from the cabinet, Huo Si frowned and applied the medicine to her with a serious expression.

"Hiss." Si Muyan wanted to pull her legs back in pain, but Huo Si grabbed her ankle in time.

"Don't move, hold on."

"It hurts, sir, be gentler." Si Muyan's aggrieved look was so adorable, and Huo Si's movements were much gentler.

"Spoiled." Although Huo Si complained, he actually indulged her spoiled nature with his actions.

Si Muyan looked at him secretly, feeling his fingertips occasionally accidentally brushing against her skin, bringing an itchy sensation.

She always thought that Huo Si was very handsome and charming, the type that could easily make girls fall in love with him and drive them crazy.

But she didn't dare to have too many extravagant expectations for love. She was weak and often took medicine.

Both her adoptive parents and her biological parents always told her through their actions that she was a burden and no one liked her.

Huo Si felt the warmth from his palm and the smooth texture of his skin.

Her legs were very thin and white, and her ankles were so small that he could hold them easily.

He never looked up, so as not to accidentally see something he shouldn't see.

Seeing that the medicine was effective, Si Muyan retracted her legs and stood up: "Thank you, sir, I feel much better now."

Huo Si stood up and rubbed her hair with the hand that had not touched the medicated oil: "Be more careful next time."

Seeing that his hair was messed up, Si Muyan said coquettishly: "Sir, your hair is messy."

Si Muyan's voice was soft and sticky, with a hint of coquettishness, which was particularly pleasant to the ear. Huo Si responded calmly: "Messy beauty."

"Oh, I'm going upstairs." Si Muyan said, and because her feet hurt, she skipped upstairs.

Huo Si looked at her back, and a line of words emerged in his mind: Quiet as a virgin, swift as a rabbit.

The scene of their first meeting in the temple that year emerged in my mind.

In the winter two years ago, in Lingyin Temple, under the marriage tree, Si Muyan wore a white down jacket and prayed devoutly with her hands folded.

Snowflakes fell, landing on her black hair and her long eyelashes.

She seemed to have rarely seen snow, and smiled happily like a child, catching snowflakes with her palms.

A reckless child ran over and accidentally fell. She gently helped him up, brushed the snow off him, and gave him gentle advice.

She seemed to sense his gaze and looked in his direction. As they stared at each other from a distance, she smiled, a smile that was even warmer than the winter sun.

This scene remained in his heart. He thought he would never see her again, but they met unexpectedly.

Since there was still some finishing work to be done, Huo Si took a shower and came to the study feeling refreshed.

Before I got close, I saw Si Muyan walking back and forth in front of the study door.

"Is there something?" Huo Si said in a low voice.

Si Muyan held the booklet, her cheeks flushed. "Sir, I remember there's an extra small table inside. Can I copy the scriptures there?"

"Copying scriptures?"

"Yeah. The sleep god ran away and I couldn't fall asleep, so I thought of copying scriptures to calm my mind." Si Muyan held the book in both hands and explained truthfully.

Looking at those eyes full of expectation, Huo Si couldn't say no.

"Um."

"Thank you, sir." Si Muyan looked happy.

Entering the study, Huo Si was working at his desk while Si Muyan was sitting at another desk, writing with her head down.

The study was very quiet and you could clearly hear the pen tip scratching on the paper.

Si Muyan looked at the electronic version while copying it into the booklet.

Huo Si raised his head and saw Si Muyan holding her head, biting the tip of the pen, with her brows slightly furrowed.

"Hmm, this character is so difficult to write." Si Muyan muttered softly. She regretted copying the traditional Chinese characters.

Just when she was feeling depressed, someone's mellow voice came from above her head: "Is this stumping you?"

"Traditional Chinese is indeed not easy. I used simplified Chinese before. Sir, is your handwriting ugly?" Si Muyan turned the copied side towards him and hid her head behind the booklet.

“It’s ugly.”

Hearing this comment, Si Muyan sighed softly.

"And it's wrong."

Huh? Si Muyan blinked: "What's wrong?"

Placing the booklet on the table, Huo Si bent down behind her and took the pen from her hand. Then, he made revisions on the paper with the tip of his pen.

"There's a typo here, and this..."

Si Muyan was stunned, looking at herself being trapped between him and the desk by his arms.

The distance between them was so close that his mouth seemed to be speaking into her ear.

Boom, boom, whose heart is beating wildly?

"Understand?" Huo Si looked at her sideways.

Si Muyan just turned sideways and her lips accidentally brushed his chin, which scared Si Muyan so much that her eyes turned into copper bells in an instant.

"First, sir..." Si Muyan's lips moved slightly, "Can you, move away?"

It's so close that my heart is about to beat out.

Huo Si coughed lightly, his ears tinged with heat: "Excuse me."

Covering her lips with her hands, Si Muyan replied foolishly: "No, it's okay."

"Remember?"

Si Muyan nodded and said, "I've got it. Now I'm going to bed. Good night, sir."

After saying that, Si Muyan grabbed the booklet and ran out in a hurry.

As a result, I was out of breath after running a few steps, so I quickly slowed down and could only walk slowly.

Seeing her flee in panic, Huo Si's hand fell on her chin as if reminiscing about the past.

There, the feeling of her touch still remains.

"I am attracted to her." Huo Si murmured.

He has never been interested in women and has strong self-control. Once, a woman took off all her clothes and lay on his bed, but he kicked her away.

In addition, he had witnessed Peter Ho's doting on Lin Yatong since he was a child. His successful transformation from a decisive and domineering CEO to a henpecked husband who put his wife first was a heavy lesson for him.

As a result, he avoided women and had no interest in love.

But meeting Si Muyan was an accident.

Huo Si regained his composure and walked towards his desk. He felt that he would not follow in his father's footsteps.

But they don’t know that as the saying goes: The disciple surpasses the master.

Si Muyan returned to the bedroom and lay on the bed, clutching the quilt with both hands, blinking her eyes and staring at the ceiling, the scene just now flashing in her mind.

Her heart was beating so fast that she had to open her mouth to breathe: "Be more careful next time and don't get too close to Mr.

It was already eleven o'clock, and Si Muyan wanted to sleep. So she closed her eyes and counted sheep.

One sheep, two sheep, three sheep...

Even after counting 999 sheep, she still hadn't fallen asleep. Instead, she was becoming more and more awake. She could only roll around in bed uncomfortably: "Ah... I love sleeping, sleeping loves me."

Si Muyan, who couldn't sleep, sat up and scratched her hair irritably: "It would be great if Daxiong was here."

Seeing that she was no longer sleepy, Si Muyan got up dejectedly, put on her shoes and walked towards the door.

As soon as she opened the door, Huo Si happened to pass by her.

"Aren't you going to sleep yet?" Huo Si's pretty eyebrows knitted together. After all, her body was delicate and she needed a good rest.

Si Muyan sighed heavily: "I can't sleep."