Inside their van, Tang Fei's breath hitched. They were still so close, her body pressed to his, her lips swollen from his kiss. The mix of danger and intimacy left her dizzy.
Huo Ting Cheng pulled out his phone, voice like steel as he ordered, "Flank the left. Tighten formation. If anyone breaches ten meters, shoot first, ask later."
Even as he spoke, his thumb brushed along the back of her hand, a subtle reassurance meant only for her.
His eyes flickered back to her briefly, darker than before, not just with lust, but with the feral protectiveness of a man who wouldn't let anything touch her.
The van crawled forward again, tension humming in the air. Tang Fei tried to steady her breathing, but when his fingers intertwined with hers, firm and unyielding, she realized something terrifying...
The kiss might have been interrupted, but the fire between them hadn't dimmed. If anything, danger only makes it burn hotter.
