Before walking out of the recording studio with his phone, Jiang Lan threw a fist-pumping gesture toward Yu Zhishui in the booth, probably to cheer her on.
Yu Zhishui indeed felt inspired. As soon as Jiang Lan closed the door behind him, she pounced on Lin Shuang like a runaway horse—or rather, a runaway Husky.
With abundant experience in receiving such tackles, Lin Shuang leaned back in his chair, braced himself with a steady stance, and opened his arms to embrace the impact.
The force of gravity slid him and the chair quite a distance backward until they hit the sound-absorbing cotton on the studio wall.
Yu Zhishui managed a soft landing using her chest as a brake, coming to a halt right on Lin Shuang's face.
It was indeed soft, otherwise it could have given Lin Shuang a nosebleed: what kind of light rom-com novel scene is this?
Lin Shuang played a drum solo on the butt of this silly idol, pitter-patter, "Mmm mmm mmm—"
His mouth was blocked, and he couldn't even speak!
