Chapter 19, The 19th Beam of Light: "Boss, may I take a look at your back..."
Is that what I meant?
Song Xingyun was starting to doubt herself, especially when Yu Mushang's face showed that unfamiliar and questioning smile, very similar to the one she had seen that morning when he said there was no dog in his room last night.
Song Xingyun nodded as if possessed.
Yu Mushang held his breath; she…
To everyone's surprise, Song Xingyun's expression immediately turned into one of sycophancy: "An employee who doesn't like his boss isn't a good employee!" She felt that her answer was quite good.
Is it just that the employees like their boss?
Yu Mushang looked disappointed for a second, then his expression relaxed again. "I understand."
He remembered that Ying Qi always read him posts online complaining about their bosses. There aren't many employees who like their bosses, so he concluded from Song Xingyun's words that she liked him.
Song Xingyun had been observing Yu Mushang's reaction, thinking that it was better for this man to remain expressionless; a smile would easily arouse improper thoughts.
Yu Mushang heard no sound and became even more curious about what she was doing. Unfortunately, his eyes betrayed him, so he could only try to probe as before, "Assistant Song, it is forbidden to openly peek at the boss."
This highly ambiguous statement precisely describes Song Xingyun's behavior at this moment.
Song Xingyun's little braid was caught. "How did you know I..." she blurted out, but realized it was wrong. However, the man clearly heard her, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and switch to sweet talk mode. "Boss is too handsome, I couldn't resist... Boss, I'd better not bother you anymore, I'll go back to work now."
As Song Xingyun spoke, she backed away, and finally the door closed. Yu Mushang wasn't angry at all that she had "escaped"; he was still immersed in Song Xingyun's compliment on his good looks.
The man raised his hand and touched his face. "Looks like Ying Qi wasn't just flattering me when he praised my looks."
"It's still somewhat useful." He used to say that physical appearance was useless, but now that he saw Song Xingyun liked it, he regretted saying that too soon.
A short while later, Ying Qi outside received a "new task" from his boss. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
Boss: Buy me some skincare products.
Ying Qi poked her head directly into Yu Mushang's office, "Boss, don't you usually dislike using those bottles and jars?"
Ying Qi had prepared some for him before, but Yu Mushang left them until they expired and never used them. However, he was naturally beautiful, and not using them didn't stop him from having smooth skin and handsome looks.
"I'm getting old, my face is dry." Yu Mushang inside didn't even look up, giving a casual excuse to brush it off.
Ying Qi was about to leave with some doubt when Song Xingyun appeared. He stopped the car and said, "You didn't do something to the boss again, did you?" Something was definitely amiss, and the boss's unusual behavior must be related to Song Xingyun.
Song Xingyun: ?
"I should be asking you if you said something to the boss!" Otherwise, how would he think I like you! She didn't dare say the last sentence.
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At night, after taking a shower, Yu Mushang stayed in the bathroom for a while, applying the skincare products to his face according to the Braille instructions that Ying Qi had given him.
Song Xingyun worked overtime, which was rare for her, and only finished drawing the latest chapter of her comic about "blind paths" before she was satisfied and stopped.
The clock had already struck ten when she remembered the message Wen Ying had sent her three hours earlier: "Just got off work."
Wen Ying replied instantly, "You're living at the company now, aren't you even more easily exploited?"
While tidying her desk, Song Xingyun, unable to free her hands, immediately made a voice call, saying, "This is the first time I've worked overtime since I moved in." This statement seemed to be an attempt to excuse her boss.
She remembered giving Yu Mushang a massage and physical therapy last night; that shouldn't count as working overtime, right...?
Song Xingyun got up and walked towards the room. After asking how she was doing, Wen Ying asked about Changming. Song Xingyun gave her a detailed "report". She heard that Changming had not only made a new friend but also moved into its nest. "I was worried for nothing. What do you think its friend's name is, Bai Sui?"
Wen Ying felt that the name sounded familiar. When Song Xingyun heard her say that, she thought of Ying Qi and laughed, "Isn't 'living to a hundred years old' a very familiar phrase?"
As she walked, she turned off the lights outside. When she reached the corner, she saw a pale-faced male ghost "floating" towards her. "Ah!"
She was so frightened that she hung up the phone.
She had only taken two steps back when she heard the "pale-faced male ghost" speak, "Sorry."
It was Yu Mushang's voice. Song Xingyun slowly looked up and saw him again. When she saw him clearly, her body went limp. "Boss?"
Yu Mushang thought there was no one outside at this hour, but she unexpectedly bumped into him. Fortunately, his slightly flushed face was covered up. "Was my face mask not on properly?"
Song Xingyun then took a good look at the man who was wearing pajamas and applying a face mask. It was somewhat comical to see the usually aloof man applying a face mask in front of her. She smiled and said, "Your face is too small. This face mask is a bit big. Let me adjust it for you."
The man didn't refuse and hummed in agreement. Song Xingyun then stepped forward, but due to the height difference between them, she tugged at his sleeve and said, "You're too tall."
Yu Mushang immediately obeyed and bent down slightly based on his senses. The already fragile face mask was caught by Song Xingyun with quick eyes and hands as he moved. "It'll fall off like this."
She boldly grabbed his arm and pulled him against the wall of the corridor. Her long legs stretched forward, creating a considerable gap between her body and the wall, which "reduced" the height difference between the two.
Song Xingyun raised her hand and brushed up a few strands of his bangs. Only after she did she belatedly realize how easily this action could create an ambiguous atmosphere...
She looked up and met his eyes. Yu Mushang's eyelashes trembled slightly, their hearts resonating with hers. "I... I'll put it back on for you now..."
Just as Yu Mushang was about to ask her what she was nervous about, she heard her hesitate and ask again, "Should we change it? It seems like I accidentally got it dirty."
In her panic, she accidentally stuck the face mask she was holding to the wall, and frantically rummaged through her bag for tissues to salvage the wall.
My mind is full of self-criticism: Song Xingyun, you've been so clumsy lately...
Yu Mushang had no objection. "Let's go."
"Huh?" Song Xingyun had just come to her senses when the man's body had already moved away from the wall and stood up straight. His feet were originally not far from her, but now that he stood up, his body was directly touching her face.
Before Song Xingyun could back away, the tip of her nose was already pressed against his chest.
She then noticed that Yu Mushang's pajamas today were round-neck...
"Feel sorry."
"Feel sorry."
The two spoke in unison.
Yu Mushang carried a white cane, and Song Xingyun followed beside him. The two walked together toward his room, their faces calm, but their hearts were churning with turmoil because of the small accident that had just occurred.
Song Xingyun stole several glances at his pajamas, and finally asked curiously, "Boss, why are you wearing a crew neck today?"
Yu Mushang was secretly pleased that she had actually noticed. "Not good-looking?"
Song Xingyun nodded, "It looks good."
Yu Mushang's heart was bursting with joy.
Song Xingyun was already familiar with the route, and only then did she realize that her room and his room were indeed quite far apart. It was a miracle that she managed to wander into his room on the first day.
arrive.
Song Xingyun wasn't as nervous as she was yesterday. They had agreed that the massage would be every other day, but once she arrived, she couldn't resist checking it out.
"Wait a mininute."
Yu Mushang spoke first, saying that the face mask was in the bathroom and he needed to go get it.
Song Xingyun noticed it too, and obediently waited where she was. Coincidentally, the sofa next to her was the same one from yesterday. She took out her vibrating phone from her pocket and replied to Wen Ying, "It's okay."
A moment later, Yu Mushang appeared with a new face mask and handed it to him, saying, "Thank you for your help."
Song Xingyun took it, pulled his arm to guide him to sit down, carefully tore open the packaging, and looked at the man's face so close to hers, almost unable to resist pinching it a couple of times.
audacious in the extreme!
"It'll be a bit chilly," Song Xingyun reminded him.
Seeing that the man had heard her, she carefully applied the face mask to his face, making sure to tidy up every nook and cranny before stopping. "Okay, leave it on for 15 minutes."
Yu Mushang could sense her presence fading away. "Thank you."
Song Xingyun didn't dislike him for his arrogant way of thanking her; instead, she found his awkwardness rather endearing. However, she immediately stopped herself from thinking about it.
Because she remembered something she'd seen somewhere: if you start to find a man cute, it's probably the end of the story.
Yu Mushang had no idea what she was thinking, but he pulled his fingers, which had been resting on his knees, closer. "Are you going back?"
Song Xingyun was about to throw the face mask packaging into the trash can when she heard his question, and she casually replied, "No."
After saying that, she pursed her lips and said, "Shouldn't I help someone to the end? I'm a person who sees things through to the end."
She thought that Yu Mushang would kick her out after she said that, but she was wrong again. "Well, then I'll trouble Assistant Song."
Song Xingyun: ?
Something's wrong with him.
Perhaps fearing she might feel awkward and unable to stay still, Yu Mushang pointed to the bookshelf not far away, "There are basic Braille books on there, you can test your current level."
Song Xingyun was worried that she couldn't sit still, but when she heard him say that, her eyes lit up. "Okay!"
Yu Mushang's books were well-organized, and she quickly found the Braille books he mentioned on the large bookshelf, similar to storybooks for little babies. She picked one up at random, and also picked one up for Yu Mushang, before returning to the sofa.
"I was afraid you'd be bored." She handed it over.
Yu Mushang did not refuse and asked her to sit down. The book was in Braille at the beginning and had explanations at the end, so Song Xingyun could really tell her own level.
Yu Mushang didn't disturb them, and the two of them read quietly like that.
Ten minutes later, he heard the person next to him sigh, "What's wrong?"
Song Xingyun closed the thin book. "The revolution has not yet succeeded, Song Xingyun still needs to work hard." She could only grasp 30%, but the sense of frustration was quickly overshadowed by her determination.
Yu Mushang just smiled. Song Xingyun noticed the time and reminded him, "You can go wash your face now."
He stood up, but heard no movement beside him. "Isn't Assistant Song coming along?"
Song Xingyun was very puzzled, "Together?"
But this time Yu Mushang didn't wait for her. "Didn't you say you were going to help someone to the very end?"
Song Xingyun then remembered what he had said and realized that she was his personal assistant, so this was part of her job, right? She stood up. "Shall I help you wash your face?"
She had just finished asking her question and was about to follow when the man's refusal drifted over from ahead, "No need, I'd better be wary of Assistant Song, the bathroom is too private."
Song Xingyun: ?
She didn't dare to argue, and could only reluctantly reply, "The boss is very considerate."
She heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom in the distance, but she was still uneasy. She eventually approached little by little and waited at the bathroom door.
As Yu Mushang walked out, he heard someone's footsteps as they tried to slip away. "Is Assistant Song waiting for me?"
"No, I'm afraid you'll get hurt and I won't be able to help you in time," Song Xingyun said honestly.
Yu Mushang said "Oh," and then added, "It seems I misunderstood you." Hearing that her footsteps had stopped, he asked again, "Isn't Assistant Song leaving? Is something wrong?"
Song Xingyun's gaze moved down his face, and she blurted out, "Boss, may I take a look at your back?"
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