The safehouse was quiet, too quiet. Li Wei sat across from Kai, examining the bruises that streaked his jaw and arms. His mind kept spinning with questions. Tang Lei was only the beginning. There was more—much more—lurking in the depths of Silver Tower's secrets.
Kai's eyes, usually so unreadable, softened as he caught Li Wei staring. "Don't get too comfortable," he murmured. "The past doesn't stay buried for long."
Li Wei leaned forward, curiosity and desire mingling dangerously. "Then tell me. I can handle it."
Kai hesitated. "You think you can. But some things… even I wasn't ready to confront."
The tension in the room was electric. Every word, every pause, every look seemed charged with both fear and longing. Li Wei's pulse quickened as Kai moved closer, their knees brushing.
Suddenly, Chen burst in, urgency in his voice. "Tang Lei isn't giving up. He's mobilizing everything—corporate, personal… you name it. If you want to protect each other, you need a plan."
Kai's jaw clenched. He turned to Li Wei, eyes blazing. "We face this together. No excuses."
Li Wei felt the dangerous pull between them—the heat of desire, the thrill of forbidden attraction, and the stakes higher than ever.
Outside, a shadow moved across the rooftops. Someone was watching them—and they weren't friendly.