Xia Youxin wanted to work several times, but Song Wanting stopped her.

After a few days, when she no longer needed infusions and her complexion gradually recovered, the housekeeper arranged for her to do some light work, all of which she did not have the opportunity to see Ye Qianmo.

When Ye Qianmo was jogging in the morning, Song Wanting said that she was still weak and needed to rest, so she didn't need to get up early in the morning, and the housekeeper complied.

The housekeeper knew that it was a very good strategy to keep her out of Ye Qianmo's sight.

If Ye Qianmo forgets her, how will Song Wanting remember such a sister? It will not be up to him how to torture her.

No matter what work the housekeeper arranges, Xia Youxin does it seriously.

It was not that she had never thought of Ye Qianmo in her heart. The image of that tall and handsome man flashed before her eyes countless times, but she forced herself to ignore it.

She always told herself that she was just a man who had kissed you forcefully a few times and occasionally showed a little kindness on purpose, so there was no need to remember him.

Almost every night, Liu Xiaojiao tried to persuade Xia Youxin not to give up this rare fate, but Xia Youxin remained indifferent.

After Ye Qianmo left after running that day, Liu Xiaojiao found an opportunity to follow him quietly and called him.

"Mr. Ye!"

"What's the matter?" Ye Qianmo asked expressionlessly.

"I want to tell you about Xia Youxin."

She thought that when she mentioned Xia Youxin's name, Ye Qianmo would show a very concerned expression, but she didn't know that he was still so cold and interrupted her seriously.

"Tell the housekeeper about the servants and don't come to me."

After saying that, he turned around and left without hesitation. Liu Xiaojiao looked around and continued to chase him while running and said loudly: "Mr. Ye, she likes you. She often calls your name when she sleeps at night."

Liu Xiaojiao noticed that Ye Qianmo's back suddenly stiffened and his steps stopped.

She wanted to say something else, but he returned to normal and strode away.

Ye Qianmo's life is very regular. After exercising in the morning, he will never go to the gym again.

The housekeeper arranged for Xia Youxin to clean the gym by herself every day. She was used to using two pure white rags, one dry and one wet alternately, to wipe every corner of the gym spotless.

She felt that when she wiped it like this every day, her heart would be very, very calm.

That day, when she was kneeling on the ground mopping the floor, she caught a glimpse of the stab marks on her wrists. For some reason, she thought again of the man who had hurt her.

She couldn't help but wonder, if she scratched him, would the wound on his arm also become scabbed? Will that mark always be there, and will it never be erased for the rest of her life?

She let out a long sigh and said to herself: "Xia Youxin, what are you thinking about? People and things you shouldn't think about, you must not think about them, don't think about them!"

She was so absorbed in thinking and speaking that she didn't hear any footsteps approaching her at all.

When she noticed someone coming in, she saw the long shadow cast by the light, and the tall shadow completely covered the little girl who was sitting on the ground.

She raised her head in surprise and met Ye Qianmo's probing gaze.

The moment their eyes collided, Xia You's heart beat very fast, as fast as if it was about to break her chest.

It was as if she had been looking forward to seeing him in her heart, as if his arrival had filled an empty corner in her heart for an instant, and her heart was filled with sadness and sweetness.

"Ye, Mr. Ye." She stammered and found that her face was hot and her voice was trembling.

She avoided his elusive gaze and looked at his arm.

On his wheat-colored skin, one can still see tiny scratches one after another. Each scratch seemed to say to her: This man was very indulgent and doting on you that night.

She took a deep breath, tried to calm herself, and whispered to him: "Mr. Ye, I'm sorry, thank you!"

Ye Qianmo knelt down, gently pinched her sharp chin with two fingers, and looked at hers with a pair of deep eyes. His eyes were full of scrutiny, longing, and something she couldn't explain.
Chapter completed!