Chu Yun got up to his feet, his back against the door. Something in Xiao Zai's dark eyes pinned him in place, made him swallow dry.
"Maybe we should make some noise? Make them think we're fighting," Chu Yun whispered, looking at the room around him, at anything really, in order not to face the intensity of Xiao Zai's gaze.
"Good idea," Xiao Zai said.
In the next moment, Chu Yun was held by the shoulders and slammed against the door as Xiao Zai's lips descend on his in a kiss that pulled him under like the tide.
Chu Yun had no strength to fight the current, and let himself be overwhelmed by the warm invasion of Xiao Zai's tongue. But giving in didn't mean giving up. Chu Yun took advantage of Xiao Zai's single-minded focus on his lips, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, using his distraction to switch their positions.
