Running into Gu Qingheng was never pleasant, let alone being caught in this rather awkward scene of being "walked home."
"President Yuan, why don't we call it a day? You should head back..."
He wanted Yuan Chen to leave as soon as possible, but the other man slowly turned his slightly tilted head back toward him.
The face turned toward him was calm to an almost unsettling degree. A taut sense of pressure instantly seized Shen Yi's breath.
Instinct told him that one more word might ignite something dangerous.
"President-"
Before he could finish, Yuan Chen seized his chin and kissed him hard, with a force that allowed no resistance.
His lips were sealed tight before he could even cry out.
The rough grinding made his cheeks ache, his lips worked over until they were almost numb.
Startled, Shen Yi hurriedly pushed at Yuan Chen's shoulders. Instead of backing away, Yuan Chen kissed him deeper and harder, almost plundering his mouth.
Yuan Chen pinned him firmly against the wall beside the door with his body, cutting off every possible movement.
There was not a trace of tenderness in that kiss. It was possessive, a declaration, and so relentless it was suffocating.
Under that overwhelming force and the mounting dizziness, Shen Yi's resistance gradually lost its strength.
Gu Qingheng, who had been about to approach, stopped in his tracks.
Before long, he simply folded his arms and settled in to watch at his leisure.
Watching the two men tangled together at the door, locked in a kiss neither seemed able to break, he froze briefly before his mouth curved into a knowing grin.
"Wow, such a steamy live show? Not bad. Is this... a performance just for me?"
He made as if to take another step forward. Yuan Chen finally pulled