That Man Is a Little Wild - Chapter 12

The air in the car was thick with heat and silence.

Li Cang turned his head away, his breath ragged. “Get off me,” he muttered, voice hoarse and trembling.

But before he could finish, Chi Ye’s hand caught his wrist and pulled him close again. His touch was rough, but his gaze burning, intent left no room for retreat.

Li Cang struggled, caught between anger and something dangerously close to surrender. “You’re out of your mind…”

Chi Ye didn’t answer. His voice was low, the kind that brushed against the skin and left it burning.
“You haven’t had anyone these days, have you?”

The words hit Li Cang like a spark to dry tinder. He wanted to curse him, to deny everything but when he opened his mouth, no sound came out, only a tremor that betrayed him.

The tension between them stretched taut, as if the air itself were about to split.

Chi Ye leaned in until their breaths tangled. “You can lie with your words,” he murmured, “but your eyes tell the truth.”

Li Cang’s heartbeat pounded so hard it almost hurt. He wanted to push him away, but his strength dissolved somewhere between fury and confusion. Every breath carried the weight of their unspoken history of nights that blurred the line between hate and desire, of a bond too fierce to be named.

And when Chi Ye finally released him, the silence that followed was louder than any word.