Ye Lu felt nervous, but she stared into his deep eyes, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Why not? I'm just afraid you're too weak."
ThirdYoung Master Jun narrowed his long eyes, lowered his head, his lips brushed past her earlobe, his voice bewitchingly deep, "Ye Lu, you're playing with fire."
"I maybe playing with fire, but it doesn't necessarily mean I'll get burned, Third Young Master. Are you incapable of playing the game?"
"I'm afraid you aren't capable of playing." He gently stroked her trembling skin, gave a cold laugh, "Because this time, you may not be as lucky as before, to truly understand what playing a game means!"
He moved slightly, abruptly letting her go just as the elevator dinged open. He stepped out without looking back.
Ye Lu leaned weakly against the elevator wall, her face flushed, her heart pounding wildly.
She scoffed, there wasn't a game she hadn't played.
