Chapter 6 Premier Wen is having a daily episode of illness.
She then quickly assured him, "But please rest assured, I will definitely do my job well."
As she spoke, she pushed the bucket to the side, but found it was a bit heavy and she couldn't move it easily, so she stretched out her arms to protect it.
They were afraid of having their jobs stolen.
The girl took the rag outside; it wasn't wrung out properly.
The scene of water dripping down is like a slow-motion flashback in a movie, "drip, drip," dripping onto the wine-red wooden floor, forming a small puddle.
Wen Li could tell what the scene was without even looking.
This is his territory.
Everything that happens cannot escape his senses.
A sigh came from the bottom of my heart.
He thought he couldn't bear to see that scene.
That's why I knelt down and chose to help her.
“Give it to me,” he said.
The man's palms were open, facing upwards.
Song Jinhuan knew what this meant; Wen Li was expressing friendliness towards her!
However, the aura emanating from the other party is still not something to be trifled with.
Sanjin added that it would be best to get along well with him.
Song Jinhuan hesitated for a moment, then finally placed her hand on his.
A slightly cool sensation spread from his fingertips.
She gently pinched my fingers and moved them up and down slightly.
They were released quickly.
Wen Li frowned almost imperceptibly, "You..."
What are you doing?
Song Jinhuan stared at him with wide, confused eyes. "Hmm?"
The light in the study seemed brighter than ever before.
They're too close.
The other person's cool, light fragrance masked the smell of disinfectant.
never mind.
The man curled his fingers, rubbing his fingertips against his palm, as if savoring the slight coolness.
"Do a good job."
Even if he had doubts, because the other party couldn't even wring out a rag.
Song Jinhuan was flattered; Wen Li actually squatted down to encourage her!
And yet he trusted her so much!
"Yes!" She nodded emphatically, her confidence soaring!
Well, it seems the girl doesn't really understand herself.
Wen Li grabbed Song Jinhuan's wrist and took the rag before she could struggle.
He quickly wrung it out and put it back into her hand.
Her body temperature was a little low, and her wrists were icy cold. Only by gripping her wrists a little tighter could one feel the temperature of the blood flowing deep beneath her skin.
It's warm.
Song Jinhuan was deeply moved, but also worried. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Thank you for your help. You'll still go to the coffee shop this afternoon, right?"
Wen Li stood up with a cold expression, glanced at her, and said, "What do you think?"
"I think you're a person who keeps your promises. If you say you'll go, then you definitely will!"
She spoke with remarkable certainty, then paused, licked her lips, her voice weakening, and added weakly, "Is that so?"
Wen Li nodded slightly and turned back to her desk.
Song Jinhuan was very happy. He picked up a rag and started wiping the coffee table with great effort.
The man stood not far away, holding a book in one hand, his slender index finger pressing down on a corner of the page.
Her physical strength is really poor.
I was already panting heavily before I'd even finished wiping half of the coffee table.
Wen Li's gaze fell on the pages of the book, but the words at the end of her vision were blurred by the soft breathing beside her.
The sound of breathing grew louder and louder, as if it were right next to his ear.
It was just a simple cleaning job, but every sound was magnified several times over in his senses.
I can't concentrate on reading a single word.
With a "smack," the book was slammed firmly onto the desk.
In the blink of an eye, she was gone from the scene before me.
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