Yu Xiuyuan looked at Yun Chuan, utterly confused.
Yun Chuan closed the door very quietly, but Yu Xiuyuan felt something was off.
They had finished filming. What was this guy doing in his room?
Still chasing him down to kill him?
Yun Chuan did not speak right away.
He leaned against the door, hooked a finger into his collar, and tugged at it, as though a full day of filming had exhausted him and he could finally let out a comfortable sigh.
A stretch of collarbone showed beneath the undone buttons.
Yu Xiuyuan's gaze strayed toward it before he guiltily looked away.
Pretty pale.
He did not see the corners of Yun Chuan's mouth lift after he looked away.
"I told Director Liu you wouldn't be leaving in the production team's car," Yun Chuan said casually, as though simply informing him.
Yu Xiuyuan froze for half a second, then asked tentatively:
"I haven't arranged for another car to pick me up... Are you offering me a ride, God Yun?"
Yun Chuan's smile vanished. He was back to calling him "God Yun."
Annoyed, he deliberately took two steps forward, his leather shoes making no sound on the carpet.
"How about we stay here tonight?" His voice was husky, his tone low.
Yu Xiuyuan took a step back, nearly striking his lower back against the corner of the TV stand:
"What do you mean?"
Yun Chuan caught that fleeting moment of panic.
That felt good.
"What? Scared of me?"
Yu Xiuyuan's heart was beating a little fast. For some reason, he felt he had lost.
He forced himself to stay calm and put on a stern face:
"Why would I be scared of you? If you have something to say, just say it. Don't deliberately make this so suggestive."
Seeing him put