Jiang Yu cut the music in a hurry.

Everyone else in the room saw it, and every pair of eyes went wide.

Zhang Ruowei scrambled up off Zhao Ming, saw that the coconut milk had soaked through his polo shirt, and immediately pulled out a fistful of tissues. She wiped at his chest and stomach, talking the whole time. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…"

Zhao Ming hadn't quite caught up yet.

What just happened.

How did I end up flat on my back?

Except… why am I enjoying this so much?

"It's fine, you don't have to do that." Zhao Ming stood up and shook out his shirt, then grinned. "I'll take it to the dry cleaner's later and it'll be as good as new."

"I'm really sorry~"

"It's honestly nothing." Watching Zhang Ruowei apologize to him in that soft, helpless way turned Zhao Ming to mush. He laughed. "I've got a set of workout clothes in the car. I'll go change now. Carry on, don't mind me."

And off he went, perfectly happy.

The second he was gone, Zhang Ruowei sat straight back down and started in on the watermelon like nothing had happened at all.

Clap. Clap. Clap.

Xu Ye couldn't help himself. He applauded, roaring with laughter. "Zhang Ruowei, it's a waste — acting like that and not being an actress."

"Don't start."

Zhang Ruowei favored him with an eye-roll. "I'm telling you now, quit cutting the ground out from under me."

"Give it up. Zhao Ming's the only one here who's never spent time around you and doesn't know what you're normally like. Everyone else in this room could tell you did that on purpose."

"Shut up!"

"All right, all right, I'll say nothing, nothing at all."

What?

On purpose?

The others were completely lost.

Xu Ye was the only one who had watched the whole thing, and the only one who understood what Zhang Ruowei was after. She had written and staged that entire little scene for two reasons: to give Zhao Ming a nudge, and to put herself in his…