Pei Yang lightly tapped the side of his glass, the amber liquor reflecting the slight upward tilt of his eyes. "In a normal working relationship between a boss and his subordinate," he leaned toward Feng Wanting, his warm breath brushing the other man's taut jaw, "you wouldn't know details like that."
Feng Wanting raised his brows slightly, his Adam's apple shifting. The crystal chandelier cast scattered shadows over his brow. "Didn't you say both times were impulsive? Yet you remember them so clearly?"
"..."
Pei Yang felt a little guilty. His Adam's apple bobbed. "I'm not blind."
Feng Wanting leisurely set down his empty glass and looked up. "If you want to threaten me with that, it's not enough."
Pei Yang parted his lips and said in a very quiet voice, "Of course that's not all."
He raised his arm and suddenly moved closer, slipping what he had hidden in his sleeve into Feng Wanting's waistband. Feng Wanting felt something cool against his waist, but Pei Yang had already retreated to a safe distance, turned, and walked away.
Utterly bewildered, Feng Wanting watched Pei Yang's figure disappear beyond the gilded doorframe.
The lingering warmth of Pei Yang's breath against his ear had yet to fade. It was a long time before Feng Wanting lowered his head to look at what Pei Yang had left him.
The gold-stamped card caught the light in his palm. It was a Room Key Card.
The room was just upstairs.
His heartbeat suddenly quickened.
"Gu Xin! What the hell is wrong with you today? Let go of me!" An argument erupted at the other end of the room. Gu Xin was still clinging tightly to Lin Wen, but could barely hold him back anymore and stole a glance toward Feng Wanting and Pei Yang.
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