"Does the young master have any further instructions?" the butler asked, puzzled.

Shang Zeyan coughed lightly and asked somewhat awkwardly, "What...is she doing?"

The butler's face was all wrinkled from smiling.

"Miss Shen is making soup for the young master; it should be ready soon."

"Young Master, please don't be in a hurry."

Who's in a hurry?

Was he in a hurry?

Shang Zeyan paused for a moment, then said, "You've been too talkative."

The butler covered his mouth, hiding the smile that was harder to suppress than an AK, and nodded repeatedly, "Young Master, don't worry, I'm in a hurry."

"I'll go check on Miss Chen. Why isn't she better yet?"

He disappeared as he spoke.

Shang Zeyan curled his fingertips, his eyes falling on the tender document, but after looking at it for a long time, all he could see was Shen Zhiyi's voice and smile.

He sighed.

He put down the documents and pinched the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat troubled.

They were clearly under the same roof.

Why do I think of her like this?

Shang Zeyan felt as if a gloomy cloud was hanging over his head, with heavy, continuous rain falling.

"What’s wrong with you?"

A sweet female voice rang out.

Shang Zeyan froze, then looked up abruptly and saw Shen Zhiyi standing by the door with a tray in her hand.

His face showed concern.

The clouds dispersed and the rain stopped; the dark clouds vanished in an instant.

The entire study was lit up.

"Are you feeling unwell somewhere?" Shen Zhiyi walked in, placed the soup on the table, and leaned over to look at him with some concern.

She was practically holding his face in her hands to examine him closely.

Shang Zeyan even held his breath.

She was so close...

The fragrance of gardenias is elusive, lingering lightly around the tip of the nose...

He was so intoxicated by the smell that he felt almost drunk.

"Hmm... I feel very uncomfortable..." Shang Zeyan's voice was hoarse as he looked up at her, his dark eyes filled with unfathomable emotions. "I feel a little dizzy, and I can hardly breathe here."

He took her hand and pressed it against his heart.

"Zhiyi, please help me."