The villa's private terrace was quiet, the city lights twinkling below like a million tiny sparks. Chen Yuxi leaned against the railing, champagne in hand, while Lin Guo stood close behind her, dark eyes sweeping her like he claimed every inch of her.
"You know," he murmured, brushing her hand lightly, "I've been thinking… it's time to make some promises."
Yuxi's heart skipped. "Promises?" she echoed, flustered but curious.
"Yes," he said, stepping closer, thumb brushing her cheek. "Promises only you and I share. Not my family, not the office… just us."
Her pulse raced. "What kind of promises?"
Lin Guo smirked, possessive and teasing. "That you'll never doubt me. That I'll always protect you. That… we'll build our future together, and no one—especially Yue Xinyan—will ever interfere."
Yuxi laughed softly, leaning into him. "I think I can handle that. As long as I'm yours."
"You already are," he whispered, dark eyes locking on hers. "Completely. Forever."
The air between them crackled with tension—flirty, intense, and intimate. Lin Guo leaned closer, brushing his lips against her temple, a whisper of warmth and obsession.
"And," he added, smirking, "I expect you to tease me just as much as I tease you. Don't make it too easy."
Yuxi laughed, heart pounding. "I wouldn't dream of it."
The villa seemed to shrink around them, leaving only the two of them—their laughter, flirty banter, and undeniable closeness. The city below was bright, but tonight, the only light she needed was the one in his eyes.
"And one more thing," Lin Guo said, pulling her into a protective, possessive embrace. "You're mine. And I'll make sure everyone, even my family, knows it."
Her heart soared, tipsy from champagne and the intensity of the moment. She realized fully: with Lin Guo, she was claimed, adored, and utterly safe—even amidst the chaos of schemers and office politics.