Li Shu was so startled that he shoved him away.
"Oh, no, um, I..."
Li Shu rubbed the tip of his nose in a futile attempt to cover up, his composure crumbling with remarkable ease.
Although he and Pei Song'an had been the ones disturbing Cheng Zhen by nearly kissing, Li Shu insisted on putting up a front. When Pei Song'an left to bring the car around to the entrance, Li Shu sidled up to Cheng Zhen and looked at him as though he had been slightly wronged.
Cheng Zhen: "?"
Cheng Zhen studied Li Shu's expression for a long while before saying, "What? My fault? Now it's my fault?"
The stalemate lasted several seconds.
In the end, although Cheng Zhen had no idea how he had ended up taking the blame, he compromised anyway. "Fine, fine, my bad. My appearance interrupted your little kiss. Why don't you two try again in a minute? I'm afraid the Crown Prince will hold a grudge against me forever."
Li Shu had only been putting on a brave face; inside, he was mortified. Such blunt words shattered his defenses outright. He covered his head, screaming internally, Stop, stop, please stop. I'm so embarrassed right now I want to bash my head into something and die.
How did I agree to kiss Pei Song'an somewhere like this?
God, Li Xiaoshu, you've gone mad with thirst for men.
What do I do? Pei Song'an must think I really want to kiss him. I don't actually want it that much. It's just that with the mood and the atmosphere, one kiss wouldn't hurt, you know?
Cheng Zhen slapped his forehead in surrender. "I don't even want to get started on you. You're just thirsty."
Li Shu's forehead broke out in an embarrassed sweat under Cheng Zhen's