She wanted him

The question lingered in the air between them, fragile and exposed.

For a moment, he didn't react.

Then, with a sharp breath, Wu Yuxuan moved.

Before she could register what was happening, his hand was at the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her hair as he pulled her toward him.

His lips crashed against hers, stealing the breath from her lungs, erasing every doubt in a single, searing touch.

It wasn't soft, nor was it careful—it was raw, desperate, consuming.

Chen Lin barely had time to gasp before he was kissing her deeply, stealing the breath from her lungs, making her head spin.

His hands held her firmly, one on her waist, the other threading through her hair as he tilted her head, deepening the kiss.

Heat surged between them, her fingers grasping at his shirt, pulling him closer, as if afraid he'd disappear.