Take me somewhere

YIREN

I tilt his chin up, my thumb brushing softly against it, letting my touch say what words can't. "I've been on the other end of your walls, anger, and trust issues from the start. And look at us now—you opened up, and to your supposed 'enemy,' no less." I smile, eyes holding his. "Be proud of yourself, Jun. Because I certainly am."

Then, I kiss him, letting the warmth of my lips show everything I feel. He responds by slipping his hand behind my head, his fingers weaving into my damp hair, holding me close but so gently. His lips are soft, careful, mindful of the small cut. This man… he remembers even the little details.

"I trust you, Yiren," he murmurs, breaking the kiss just enough to look at me, his gaze unwavering. "That's why I told you about my dream car. Even my brothers don't know about it."

My head jerks back, eyes wide. "Wait—what?" I stammer, barely able to process it. "I thought Jianyu and Shishi knew."