Xu Wang blinked. The next second, he turned the tables, catching Pei Yanchuan's hand and interlacing their fingers.
The little figure in Xu Wang's mind raised its head smugly. Well? Scared you, didn't I?
Taking in the atmosphere of the room, Xu Wang felt a little excited. With this atmosphere, in a place like this, something has to happen, right?
Xu Wang held his head up and waited for ages, but the man beside him still made no move. He looked up in confusion. In the dim light, Pei Yanchuan still wore that same composed expression, a glass of red wine in his right hand.
A fierce fire inexplicably flared in Xu Wang's heart. You're messing with me, aren't you? He swung himself straight onto Pei Yanchuan's lap, braced both hands on his shoulders, and lowered his head slightly, staring intently at the man beneath him.
"Xu Wang?" Pei Yanchuan's entire body tensed at the sight of his lover throwing himself into his arms. His hands had gripped Xu Wang's slender waist the instant he sat down.
"Xu Wang, are you sure you want to kiss here?" The man on his lap had already made Pei Yanchuan's gaze darken. His breathing was somewhat heavy as he spoke, his voice extremely hoarse.
"What? Scared?" Xu Wang reached out and grabbed the black tie beneath Pei Yanchuan's collar.
Following his pull, Pei Yanchuan sat upright, bringing his face within mere centimeters of Xu Wang's collarbone.
Pei Yanchuan's breath brushed intermittently over Xu Wang's fair skin. "Xu Wang, don't tempt me. You know I have practically no self-control when it comes to you..."
Pei Yanchuan sounded as though he was whispering, yet also sighing.
"Then forget self-control." Xu Wang couldn't help trembling slightly, but he still insisted on keeping his position on top.