She unconsciously bit her lip, looking annoyed and uneasy.

Bo Xu's gaze swept lightly over her pitiful lips, which appeared even more rosy and moist against her pale, paper-white face. However, when her white teeth bit down on them, they left deeper red marks.

His eyes darkened slightly, and his Adam's apple bobbed silently.

He reached out and loosened his tie.

"Shen Zhiyi, are you wearing perfume?"

"Huh?" Shen Zhiyi looked up and hurriedly shook her head. "No, no, the work rules say that you don't like the smell of perfume, how could I dare?"

"Don't lie." Bo Xu's voice was deep and hoarse.

He lowered his brow, revealing a hint of authority. "You have a strong odor that's quite annoying."

Shen Zhiyi looked at him with a pitiful expression, "I really didn't..."

She raised her wrist, twitched her nose, and sniffed herself. "I don't smell anything... If President Bo doesn't trust me, I'll go out and let Sister Qin Luo smell it. Then I'll just keep my distance from you when I report to you in the future..."

She became more and more pitiful as she spoke, her voice gradually weakening, and her eyes becoming moist.

Images quickly flashed through Bo Xu's mind.

The image shows her raising her wrist, allowing others to press their fingers against her skin and smell it.

He became increasingly irritable for some reason.

"Alright." Bo Xu pinched the bridge of his nose. "Isn't bothering me enough? Do you have to go and disrupt other people's work too?"

Shen Zhiyi felt even more aggrieved.

They stood there, completely at a loss.

"Then...how about I call the cleaning staff to come in and clean up a bit, and air it out?"

Bo Xu put his hand down, paused, and suddenly said, "Bring in that mimosa plant from your table."

"Let's purify the air."

Shen Zhiyi was stunned for a moment.

"OK."

She acted swiftly, saying, "I'll go get it right now!"

Ten minutes later, a pot of mimosa appeared on Bo Xu's table.

The cleaning staff knocked on the door and entered the house.

"Mr. Bo, Assistant Shen said your place needs cleaning. I brought an air purifier, would you like me to turn it on for you? Or perhaps open a window for ventilation?"

Bo Xu waved his hand, "No need."

"Go out."

"Okay." The cleaning lady looked puzzled and pulled the machine out.

Bo Xu stared at the plant on the table.

I raised my hand and touched the leaf.

The small green leaves shrank back, and then all closed up in a rustling sound.

He inexplicably thought of Shen Zhiyi's frightened expression just now, his gaze paused, and his thin lips pressed tightly together.