Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of his yawn, and his face turned red as if he had been caught as a thief.

She habitually bit her lip and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I won't do that again."

Her flushed little face, uncomfortable eyes, her broad maid uniform, and two snow-white semicircles at the neckline. All this makes men want to protect themselves and bully them severely.

Ye Zimo's eyes were staring straight at her, and she heard the beating of her fear, especially loud.

She lowered her head to avoid his strange eyes. He held out his hand a little towards her, clenched his fist again, took it...