Anything I Like...

Mu Chen’s lips were naturally pale. After he drank, they were as red as crabapple petals stained with rose juice. When he smiled, two sharp canines showed, and the blazing light fell across his sharply defined jaw, making it hard not to think of a medieval vampire.

Yet at this moment, those deep-set eyes reflected an unmistakable air of frivolity.

Gazing at the empty wineglass, Wright’s eyes darkened. The veins on the back of his hand stood out faintly as he frowned, his voice tight with anger:

“If you don’t care about your own body, there’s nothing I can do about it.”

With that, he abruptly pulled his hand away.

However, just as Wright turned to leave, a warm touch closed around his wrist. Mu Chen grabbed him from behind and pulled him against the wall.

Crash! The glass shattered.

The scattered shards reflected the gleaming marble floor and, farther away, the two pairs of polished shoes crossing at an angle.

Caught off guard, Wright’s back hit the wall. A few golden strands fell messily over his forehead. As he looked up at Mu Chen, his movement arched his back beneath his fitted black suit, revealing the narrow but powerful line of his waist.

With his arms forced apart, the shirt across his chest was pulled taut...