The next morning, when Song Shi'an woke up, he felt like his waist was about to break.
Last night, he had merely mentioned the idea of taking the offensive, and Lu Mingyu had tormented him like he had been fitted with fresh batteries.
He was exhausted!
His waist still felt numb.
He had just woken up and was struggling to get out of bed.
Then he heard the bedroom door open.
Lu Mingyu was wearing a sleeveless workout outfit, with a towel draped over his head. His entire body radiated vigorous morning energy.
Song Shi'an: "?"
Had Lu Mingyu secretly gone to work out without him?
Perhaps because he had just finished exercising, the veins beneath his muscles were clearly visible.
Seeing that he was awake, Lu Mingyu quickly walked over. "You're awake. Breakfast is ready downstairs. Do you want me to bring it up for you?"
"No need. Why didn't you wake me up to work out today?" Song Shi'an struggled to sit up and stared at Lu Mingyu.
Under his gaze, Lu Mingyu felt a little guilty. He covered his mouth and coughed lightly. "You were so tired last night that I couldn't bear to wake you. Get some proper rest."
Song Shi'an looked suspicious, clearly unconvinced.
Lu Mingyu walked over and rubbed his waist. "All right, let me massage you. I was wrong last night. I really did go a little overboard."
Song Shi'an snorted coldly. "If you really know you were wrong, then let me do it next time."
The hand rubbing his waist paused. Why had Song Shi'an still not given up on the idea of taking the offensive?
Lu Mingyu looked at Song Shi'an sincerely. "Shi An, some things require you to know your limits."
Song Shi'an refused to believe him. "Just let me