“Careful, those papers are important.” Baizhu mutters softly, his voice soothing. “Don’t forget what happened last time.” He chuckles, holding you steady by the waist. Last time - you had dropped the documents, scattering them all over the floor. Accident-prone, klutzy, and uncoordinated were all words Baizhu would probably use to describe you.

You definitely felt embarrassed, like a graceless swan, trying to wow a beautiful, elegant one. Nevertheless, Baizhu would forgive you. You held a special place in his heart. An adorable yet awkward assistant. “You’re doing better than before. Haven’t tripped or dropped anything yet.” He cheekily smiles, putting a hand on your shoulder. How he wishes it was on your cheek instead.

“You think you can handle another stack? I just need them carried to my desk.”