“It is you!” Bai Yu says the next day with a little gasp in his voice that makes Zhu Yilong’s stomach drop.
Zhu Yilong forces the tense muscles of his back to relax. He blinks up at Bai Yu. “Excuse me?”
Bai Yu rolls his eyes and lets himself drop gracelessly into one of Zhu Yilong’s guest chairs. He places his elbows on the desk and leans over with a wicked grin until his index finger has tapped the fresh cut on Zhu Yilong’s temple.
wherein zhu yilong is a successful CEO by day, underground fighter by night, and a beautiful, exasperating boy waltzes into his life and threatens his secret.