Shen Ru's blood was racing now, his heartbeat pounding in his ears in time with his excited nerves.
He had always known Mo Yu was powerful.
But the man's elegant composure made it easy to forget that he was a madman to begin with.
A cold, metallic sweetness lingered beneath Shen Ru's nose, making his breathing quicken.
Some emotion grew wildly in his heart-excitement, fear, or perhaps a feverish resonance between their souls.
The man's pride, madness, and contempt for life...
He found it all utterly thrilling.
Mo Yu stared fixedly into the red eyes that haunted him day and night. Thinking of how Shen Ru had stalled in the instance just to get revenge, and how much he had enjoyed doing it, made the restless emotions inside him run wild again.
Alongside his burning anger, another kind of anticipation quietly rose.
What other surprises would Shen Ru have for him?
"What are you doing, President Mo?"
Although the young man was at a disadvantage, his bearing remained arrogant, his eyes brimming with amusement. He gave no ground in presence.
Mo Yu didn't answer immediately. His breath against Shen Ru's neck grew quicker, and as his Adam's apple bobbed, his lips curved into a languid smile.
The man gave an odd little laugh. "My performance in the instance didn't disappoint you, did it, Teacher Shen?"
Shen Ru had heard plenty of people call him teacher in the instance.
But this was the first time Mo Yu had.
The young man raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Of course not. You were wonderful."
Hearing that satisfactory answer, the man chuckled softly. His unhurried elegance was on the verge of unraveling, and the shadows in the darkness stirred eagerly.
Alarm bells went wild inside Shen Ru.
Wrong.
*The timing was wrong, the place was