"Am I touching you?"
Ye Xian looked at him blankly, "Did I? Where did I touch you?"
"What do you think?"
Bo Tingshen inched closer to her, his dark, abyss-like eyes full of profound meaning. His high nose bone accidentally grazed her pert nose tip, sparking like a flint, causing Ye Xian's body to tremble. She quickly turned her head to dodge it, and her mind buzzed.
What on earth was happening?
Why did she feel like she was running out of oxygen and her brain was short-circuiting every time the CEO got close to her, unable to remember anything?
And it seemed that this reaction was getting stronger and stronger.
"I, I can't remember."
She stammered.
"You don't want to take responsibility?"
"No, it's not that!"
Ye Xian slightly extended her hand, placed it on his chest, and pushed him gently, "I'll take, take responsibility, but you don't have to be so aggressive, CEO."
