Song Shi'an: "..."
He was half-kneeling between Lu Mingyu's legs, one hand braced on the armrest, his forehead pressed against Lu Mingyu's abs.
The position was indescribably suggestive!
Song Shi'an's mind exploded with a boom.
It's over, it's over! What kind of shitty luck is this? I actually tripped on flat ground! And landed in such an intimate position!
Ahhh! Shouldn't this kind of coincidence only happen between the male and female leads?
How am I supposed to explain this tactfully later and defuse the awkwardness?
Song Shi'an slightly raised his head, and his gaze landed right on Lu Mingyu's abs.
From this close, he could clearly see the contours of the muscles, even the droplets of water on them.
As expected of the male lead—there was not a single flaw to pick at.
After countless twists and turns in his mind, Song Shi'an finally forced out, "President Lu, if I said that being able to blow-dry your hair was the honor of three lifetimes for me, so I suddenly wanted to kowtow to you, would you believe me?"
Lu Mingyu gave a low laugh. "Assistant Song certainly has a unique way of doing things."
Song Shi'an: "..."
This was mortifying!
He tried to push himself up, but perhaps because he had not rested well the night before, his legs gave out, and he knocked into Lu Mingyu's abs again.
"Mmgh!"
This time, Song Shi'an's hands did not cushion the blow. He hit him squarely.
Even Lu Mingyu could not hold back a muffled groan.
Song Shi'an hurriedly apologized. "I'm sorry, President Lu."
As he spoke, he clumsily straightened himself up. This time, he finally managed to stand steadily.
Lu Mingyu reached out to rub his stomach and smiled. "Assistant Song is truly sincere. Even when kowtowing, you don't forget