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The bass thumped so hard that Yichen could feel it in his chest. Lights flashed in dizzy bursts, painting Tian Tian's smiling face in pinks and blues. She grabbed his hand suddenly, her fingers warm against his slightly sweaty palm.
"Let's go," she said, grinning.
Yichen, already a little drunk, blinked. "Where?" he slurred.
Tian Tian leaned closer, her perfume sweet but heavy in the air. "It's a secret," she said playfully, giggling, clearly just as tipsy.
Without thinking, Yichen followed her. They stepped out into a quiet back street where the club's pounding music faded into a distant hum. The air outside was cool, and Tian Tian's hand slipped around his waist.
"What are you thinking?" Yichen asked faintly, a small smile tugging at his lips.
Tian Tian's eyes glimmered. "I'm thinking…" She leaned in, brushing her lips toward his.
