As the words fell, Wen Ran glanced at the hand he had on her chin.
His touch had actually become much gentler than before, his fingertip just gently lifting her chin without exerting force, no longer pinching it painfully as he had earlier.
The force was moderate, making Wen Ran's most distinct sensation the warmth of his fingertip against her chin.
She could also smell the scent of orange hand wash on his hands.
It was the hand wash she had bought.
Realizing her thoughts had wandered too far, Wen Ran quickly gathered her thoughts, then removed his hand and spoke with dissatisfaction in her almond-shaped eyes, "Boss, can you not be handsy every time you talk to me?"
"Every time?"
"Yeah, you often do this to me."
Saying this, she couldn't help but grumble, "In the eyes of all the employees at Fu Group, you are noble and aloof, rarely even smiling, but with me, you're handsy with every word, nothing like the image of a cold CEO."