Song Shi'an: "..."
When had Lu Mingyu become so flashy?
He quietly looked away, pretending not to notice.
After taking off his shirt, Lu Mingyu walked over and sat beside him.
Water rippled softly as Lu Mingyu lowered his gaze slightly and asked, "Assistant Song, what do you think of my physique?"
Song Shi'an said, "President Lu, your physique is excellent. Broad shoulders, narrow waist—you're in better shape than those big celebrities!"
The instinct to flatter had been carved into his bones. Compliments slipped right out of his mouth.
"Is that so?" Lu Mingyu asked with a smile.
Song Shi'an nodded.
Lu Mingyu's muscles were well-proportioned, not exaggerated at all. At a glance, he looked like someone who exercised regularly.
"Then do you want to touch them?" Lu Mingyu asked.
Song Shi'an was stunned!
When he turned to look at Lu Mingyu, he saw the amusement in his eyes. Song Shi'an stammered, "Th-this wouldn't be appropriate, would it?"
His boss was inviting him to touch his abs?
What kind of absurd situation was this?!
"Didn't you enjoy touching them before?" Lu Mingyu said.
Song Shi'an shuddered, remembering the stupid things he had done when he had helped Lu Mingyu feel his stomach before.
A real man did not dwell on past glories!
"I... I just admire you, President Lu. Even with such a busy schedule, you can still maintain such a great figure," Song Shi'an said quietly.
"Is that so? Then what kind of figure do you have?" Lu Mingyu asked.
Song Shi'an did not even know how to answer that.
What kind could he have? Round and plump after eating his fill, flat when he had not eaten. In any case, he did not have a single line of muscle definition.
"Why are you wrapping yourself up so tightly