"Ahem!"
Lu Mingyu coughed lightly, trying to get Song Shi'an's attention.
Song Shi'an immediately rose from his seat and looked at Lu Mingyu. "President Lu, what's wrong? Did you catch a cold?"
"No. Is the movie any good?" Lu Mingyu glanced at the film playing on the screen.
"It's pretty good. Would President Lu like to watch it with me?" Song Shi'an invited.
After all, this was someone else's home.
Lu Mingyu sat down without the slightest hesitation and actually began watching.
Song Shi'an could only accompany him.
He was watching a Western romance film, and it was somewhat explicit.
Before his seat had even warmed up, the two people on the screen started kissing.
There had been kissing scenes earlier too. He could enjoy them just fine when he was alone, but now that Lu Mingyu was watching with him, he started feeling embarrassed.
He secretly glanced at Lu Mingyu and saw that he was focused intently on the screen.
Song Shi'an couldn't fast-forward or skip it either, or it would seem too deliberate.
He could only grit his teeth and keep watching.
He had no idea how long the two people on the screen had been kissing, but they still showed no signs of stopping.
Song Shi'an was starting to fall apart.
Ahhh! Why are they still kissing?! Smack, smack, smack! Do they really need to kiss for this long? Their lips are going to get rubbed raw!
This is so awkward. What should I say to ease the awkward atmosphere right now?
As expected of a private theater in a rich man's home—the kissing sounds came in full 360-degree surround sound, as if he were right there.
When the people on the screen finally finished kissing, Song Shi'an breathed a sigh of relief inwardly.
But the relief