Chapter 63: It's A Dangerous Game

A crash sounded across the hallway, the clang of a metal at the same moment he grasped her cheek and pressed his lips against hers. The man kissed her then and there, her soft lips met his and the scent of her hair filled his senses. Soft, moist and warm lips—a sensation that took control for a moment.

His thumb grazed over her skin, chilly to the touch with the air from outside. And yet he didn't stop, neither did she pull away—she had initially frozen for a moment, eyes widening and staring back at him. Until her fingers reached out tentatively and tugged at his hair. Her dark eyes finally shutting as a sound emerged from her lips, what might have been a small hum.

But not one of them spoke a word.

A parting of her lips, a brushing of his tongue over her lips and meeting hers. It was their actions that spoke for themselves. There was no need to explain themselves any further. He reached out for the small dip in her back and tugged her closer, their bodies pressing against one another. A tantalizing friction emerged between them. In one swift movement, he had her back against the wall. His knees ground against her crotch. Her fingers scraped against the edge of his scalp.

Burning sensation invading between them.

She bit down lightly on his tongue and he trailed his fingers across her back, eliciting a shiver from her spine and their kissing continued on. She tugged at the root of his hair, his fingers dug into her hips. Even the cost of this moment was paused at the sound of her voice, the soft sounds of breaths escaping their mouths.

Initially meant to prove a point—now either one of them might have lost or won in this situation. Both enraptured in this sensation, at the light touches of his hand, at the sound of her voice and the feelings burning dangerously between them.

And then Li Yang finally pulled away to catch his breath. A warm sensation burned below his stomach, a flame lit up. He would stare back at the flushed face of Bo Lifen, the initial words he was planning to say lost in the heat of the moment.

Bo Lifen cleared her throat with a slight gulp and she averted her gaze—only to turn back and look at him. Her fingers finally easing up against brushing his nape, lowering slightly as she let out a sigh, and yet she wasn't breaking the silence between them, as if the words would pierce through what seemed unreal.

Their words did seem to have managed to portray that there was some use to this, and yet he didn't want to define it. Li Yang glanced at the thermos that had dropped and rolled about slightly near them and picked it up. He would glance up at the undeterminable look on her face.

She looked a bit lost and stared back at him—daring him to say something.

To say what she might have wanted to hear? There was a slight electric touch to his lips, and he inclined his head, wiping the container with the edge of his suit. "My apologies, I dropped the thermos."

Her emotions flared in the moment, a look of exasperation on her face with an edge to her voice. "That's what you're sorry about?"

"Is there anything else I should apologize for?" he asked.

"... argh, forget it." She snatched the thermos from his hand, and there was an unsteady movement in her legs as she turned away from him. "I didn't think you would actually do it."

He raised a brow, "You did say—"

"I know what I said." With her back now turned against him, Li Yang took note that unlike yesterday where she had worn a tank top and shorts, now she had opted for a shirt. If he could remember, her shirt had still hugged around her bosoms tightly when they had kissed, with her breasts pressing against his chest. He had made no move to it, even when his fingers passed through the hook of her bra.

He tried to not pay attention, and yet it was hard to avoid the truth of the matter.

"But I didn't think someone like you would kiss me after all your words when we first met—hah, you don't even kiss that half bad. Isn't that surprising?"

It was much more pleasurable than he could recall and he heard a ding in the back of his mind—Li Yang cleared his throat, "Miss Lifen, would you like me to walk you back to your residence?" He wouldn't normally have done this, but it was an appropriate thing to do, even more so after what had happened.

She glanced over her shoulder, a calmer look on her face if not for the soft hint of red across her nose. Her lips curled down, and she clutched the thermos, "That kiss didn't mean anything, so you don't have to offer anything like that. I can get home on my own."

"Of course," He nodded. "I only said it out of courtesy, I apologize if it seems intruding."

Her eyes narrowed at him, and she eyed him up and down with a scrutinizing look. "You know what, fine. It's the least that you could do after all of this." Without waiting for another word, she spun around and headed out of his house.

Li Yang raised a brow momentarily, curious of her absurd reasoning, but followed out. He wasn't exactly so sure of the reason himself, but he had already promised to do it, and so he would. The two of them stepped out of his house and onto the pavement, and the flickering lights of a street light shone a path for them.

And so the two of them walked without an exchange of words.

Only the click-clack of footsteps echoed in the quiet road. They would pass through other houses and with no other passer-bys their way. Until the two of them came across a park, something Li Yang hadn't exactly paid much attention to—he often drove past it when he went to work, but never visited himself—and so the two of them walked it, until a sudden glare of light came behind them and once he glanced back, a vehicle appeared in his vision.

Bo Lifen uttered a curse, "Not them." And before he could even ask a thing, she grabbed his hand and tugged him into the park and behind a tree. The woman glanced over his shoulders and that of the tree, Li Yang would hear the sound of a vehicle driving past them.

Her sudden actions made him lift a brow, "Did you know who that was?" He was pinned against the tree this time around in a reversal of fate. Her lower arm rested against his torso and kept him securely in place.

"Duh," She snapped at him, looking back at him with irritation. "That was my father's car—I don't want him to catch me walking around with you and get the wrong idea."

Li Yang raised a brow, "I think you could simply tell them otherwise."

"My mother wouldn't let me hear the end of it—and then Granny Lanfen's going to agree and say what a wonderful man you are." An exasperated sigh escaped the woman's lips, "Oh that young man is a suitable partner for our little Lifen, he's a respectful and diligent man. Have I mentioned that he's a CEO? Not just any CEO too, he's the—"

The CEO stifled a chuckle.

"What's so funny?" Bo Lifen glared at him, her arm digging in his chest. "Would you have rather wished to get introduced to my family?"

"No, it's not that." Li Yang smiled slightly, "To hear that Granny Lanfen speaks so well of me is a little gratifying—she has been far too kind for someone like me." He sighed briefly, "I should thank her in person for the tea and the bamboo. Actually, I would like to repay her for all of her help if there's anything that she would like."

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Bo Lifen stared at him in disbelief for a moment, his attention focusing elsewhere at this particular time? Didn't he know this situation they were in right now? It was annoyingly… it reminded her of someone else and she ground her teeth. She lowered her arm from his chest, the luxuriant suit coat brushing with her skin when she released him.

How could he be both annoyingly single-mindedly focused on trivial things and still make out with her minutes ago without a hint of shame? Her mouth still felt the warmth of his lips on hers, the sinful and penetrative sensation that heated her loins when his knee ground against it earlier during their short-lived bout.

It was difficult to erase it from her mind.

The dangerous feeling at the touch of his fingers baring against her skin and tingling her spine. An invasive and dark passion curling up and twisting her mood—but was it really him to blame for this sensation? What if this was all her? Her heart pounded in her chest. Words stuck itself in her throat, and the warmth of his body close to her lit up a fire in her own.

"Miss Lifen?" he prompted her again.

Her eyes met his and the surrounding atmosphere heated once more. Whether or not it was him or her to blame—either way, it didn't matter right now. She let out a breath and stared at him, "I'll be borrowing your body for a moment. Stop me if you wish."

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Author Note: Dude, it took me hours to write this haha, I have no idea if it's good. Praise me please. Inspired by 'It's a Dangerous Game" a duet song from the gothic musical Jekyll & Hyde.