The CEO's 'Three Deadly Questions'

Behind the door, time seemed frozen.

Gu Yan's back pressed tightly against the cold door, feeling like a butterfly pinned to a specimen board, unable to even flap its wings. Jiang Lin's hand, holding his chin, was like a precise scalpel, completely cutting through all his disguises.

It's over, it's really over this time.

Gu Yan's mind began to loop the song "Liangliang (凉凉)" on repeat. He even started thinking, if Jiang Lin threw a punch now, should he protect his face first, or his hands that he used to draw illustrations for a living?

This was a serious decision concerning his career.

Just as Gu Yan was about to scare himself into a heart attack, Jiang Lin finally moved.

But he didn't throw a punch, nor did he roar.

He just slowly, slowly lowered his head, his face, so handsome it could make both gods and mortals jealous, growing larger and larger in Gu Yan's pupils. Gu Yan could clearly see his long eyelashes, and beneath them, the deep, unfathomable eyes that were now churning with dangerous emotions.

Then, a kiss, cold yet burning with a hint of heat, landed.

"Mmph!"

Gu Yan's eyes flew wide open.

This... this isn't the script! Shouldn't it be a classic roar like "You liar! What do you take me for!"? How did it turn into a kiss without warning?

This kiss was full of punishment. Jiang Lin's force was a bit heavy, as if venting his dissatisfaction through this act. Gu Yan was kissed dizzy, the string in his brain responsible for thinking snapped with a "pop."

Just as he was about to run out of breath, Jiang Lin finally loosened his grip slightly, but their lips remained pressed together. He could feel Jiang Lin's warm breath spraying on his face, carrying a familiar, clear woody scent.

Then, a low, cold voice, against his lips, drilled into his ears.

"Who is better looking, him or me?"

Gu Yan: "...Huh?"

He didn't react for a moment. What was this about? Is now the time to discuss this kind of appearance question? Where is the point of this question? Is it a giveaway question or a death sentence?

Jiang Lin seemed dissatisfied with his slowness, tightening his hand holding his chin slightly, and repeated, with a hint of impatience in his tone: "Answer me."

Survival instinct is the most primitive human instinct.

Under Jiang Lin's extremely oppressive gaze, Gu Yan's survival instinct overcame any fancy thinking. He almost blurted out, his voice trembling with tension, but his attitude was unusually sincere:

"You! You're the better looking one! Of course it's you!"

No kidding, saying someone else is better looking at a time like this was asking for his career to end too soon, right?

Hearing this answer, Jiang Lin's eyes seemed to soften a bit. He curled his lips in satisfaction, like a teacher grading homework seeing a correct answer.

Then, he lowered his head again.

The second kiss was gentler than the first, and deeper, with a hint of reward. Gu Yan's brain completely shut down, and he could only passively endure.

After the kiss ended, Jiang Lin's forehead pressed against his, their breaths mingling. He asked the second question in a hoarse voice.

"Who is richer, him or me?"

Gu Yan: "..."

This question was even more deadly than the last.

But again, survival instinct took the high ground.

Without hesitation, Gu Yan replied firmly: "You! It has to be you! All his money combined can't even buy one of your ties!"

Although he didn't know exactly how rich Shen Yu (沈屿) was, at a time like this, mercenary flattery, ah no, heartfelt praise, was absolutely the right move!

"Mm, very good."

Jiang Lin seemed even more satisfied, and even let out a low laugh. That laugh, like the plucking of a cello string, deep and magnetic, made Gu Yan's eardrums tingle.

His heartbeat, shamefully, skipped a beat.

Then came the most critical part.

Jiang Lin's kiss fell for the third time.

This time, it was neither punishment nor reward, but full of aggression and possessiveness. Gu Yan felt like a small boat in a stormy sea, completely losing his direction. His world was left with only Jiang Lin's scent.

He was kissed into a stupor, limp all over, only able to stay upright by leaning on the door and Jiang Lin's support.

During the brief separation, Gu Yan gasped for air, his cheeks red enough to bleed.

Jiang Lin's thumb gently stroked his lips, which were swollen from the kiss, his eyes dark and terrifying. He leaned down to Gu Yan's ear, and in a voice almost like a whisper, sexy enough to make someone pregnant, asked the last and most fatal question.

"Who can make you more..."

He paused, not saying the following word, but the ambiguous pause and the suggestive gaze already said it all.

Gu Yan's mind exploded with a "boom."

Exploded into a brilliant firework.

What kind of wild words were these!

Was this kind of question something to be discussed in broad daylight?!

But, but...

Seduced by beauty, suppressed by the CEO's aura, plus oxygen deprivation in the brain...

Gu Yan's reason had completely left home.

Without thinking, as if bewitched, he nodded wildly, like a chick pecking at rice, at Jiang Lin.

"You, you, you! It's all you! Has to be you! Only you!"

He shouted with the determination of burning one's boats, shouting with a sense of righteousness, as if taking an oath.

After shouting, the whole world fell silent.

Gu Yan finally snapped out of that damned male charm, realizing what earth-shattering things he had just yelled.

His face instantly changed from bright red to pale.

It's over, this is really completely over.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the final judgment.