"Use Locke's measurement method here."
Chi Enen only heard a deep, husky voice from above her head, startling her, pulling her out of the data. She looked up, only to see the man's firm chin.
"What are you looking at?" Li Beijue turned her head back, pointing at a spot on the notebook screen, "Use Locke's measurement method here, 32.58 million."
Chi Enen looked in the direction of his finger and realized that he was pointing at the place she had been struggling with.
Li Beijue waited for a long time without a response from her, so he bent down himself, as if embracing her from behind, took her hand and manipulated the mouse, his long fingers tapping twice on the keyboard. Under his operation, a row of data instantly popped up in the spreadsheet.
Chi Enen's back pressed against his chest, and through the fabric, the skin on her back felt like it was on fire, unbearably hot.
The familiar fragrance of agarwood mixed with mint wafted over her.
