Xiao Zai had been aware of Chu Yun's presence the entire day, it was as if he had a sixth sense that told him where Chu Yun was.
But now, he had Chu Yun pressed against a shelf and that awareness had tripled. He could feel Chu Yun's intakes of breath as if they were passing through him, he could see each of his individual lashes, and almost hear the soft drag of his red tongue wetting his lower lip.
It wasn't that he didn't want what Chu Yun was offering, it was that he wanted it too much.
"I'm just trying to help you," Chu Yun said, his long lashes shuttering down his eyes.
His 'help' probably had all kinds of strings attached. Xiao Zai wasn't stupid, Chu Yun had something in mind, but Xiao Zai couldn't see what he stood to gain from this.
