Reborn: The Return of the Villainous Mr. Liu

Before Ai could speak, Jun took a step back with her and whispered in her ear, "When I put my foot back, you put yours in the front. We will do this three times, and then you will twirl."

Ai felt slightly dizzy with the twirl, but she had no time to ponder upon her situation when Jun held her waist again. Her cheek bumped on his chest as he pulled her even closer than before. He entwined his fingers between hers so tightly until she felt the back of her hand squeezed by his scorching heated palm.

She gasped feeling a ticklish sensation with Jun digging his fingers into her waist. Her dress was there to partition the contact with her skin, yet a shiver passed through the left profile of her body.

"Jun, I-"

Jun took a large stride towards the right, coming back to a perfect circle as he guided her along.

"Your elbow is stiff. Loosen it up like I have. Ease the pressure," his low voice rang huskily between them.

Ai watched Jun dance elegantly to the tune in a stupor. There was not a single wasted movement. He didn't miss any beat, neither did he let her skip any. He moved his arms and legs in a soft, fluid motion in rhythm with the song, yet she sensed a harshness in him.

But despite that harshness, Ai didn't feel forced at all.

Jun turned left, so she turned left too.

Jun increased his pace, and she found her heartbeat accelerating with every step.

He pulled Ai in his arms and as his lips slightly brushed against her cheek, he raspily let his voice in her ear, "Sync your breaths with mine."

The hair on the nape of her fair neck tingled and stood upright. The warmth from her ear reached all the way to her cheeks.

Jun lifted her by her waist, and she felt herself float in the air. For a moment, her heart jumped in her chest, feeling nothing underneath her feet. But before his dark gaze that penetrated her soul, she had no chance of feeling afraid of being in the air.

"Just look at me," he ordered in an extremely quiet but commanding voice. "I won't like it if you forget what I said before. As long as I am there, you won't fall."

Ai shivered.

Jun gently lowered her until her face reached his level. From her waist, his palms traced to her back until he completely wrapped her around him.

The only source of light in the room were the city lights that cast their faint brightness inside. It made Jun's breathtakingly attractive features seem like a handsome devil who captured your soul.

Ai had encircled her arms around his neck for support. With Jun's sudden insistence on teaching her how to dance, she was at a loss. Hardly three minutes had passed by since the dance started, but her breaths were already messy.

She finally regained her composure and met his eyes. "I was talking about visiting your house…I don't want to learn dance right now-"

"Why? Didn't you look so happy dancing with my brother?" His head tilted, his voice becoming edgy and rougher.

Ai stared at him. "I wasn't particularly happy."

"Yet you didn't deny the request."

Jun looked even more dangerous with an expressionless countenance.

"Your grandfather insisted."

"Aren't you always so clear about your feelings? But you didn't clarify anything with him."

Ai calmly replied. "It happened suddenly. He just pushed us on the dance floor."

"So you just accepted his nonsense whether it was about you becoming Jin's bride or he pushing you to dance with him? Since when do you go along with the flow, Zhou Ai?"

The hint of a sharp accusation in his tone didn't sit well with Ai.

She coldly said, "Leave me."

Jun's gaze darkened, and he pushed her onto the swing near the large windows. There was a beautiful crescent shaped swing in his living room which fit perfectly beside the glass windows. It showed the view of the tall buildings that looked even prettier at night.

Ai's eyes widened, and she flailed her feet in fear wanting to grasp the floor.

Jun narrowed his eyes. "I just told you, didn't I? As long as I am by your side, you won't ever fall. Don't make that expression because I am right here."

He made her feet touch his thighs and bent closer. She inhaled a soft breath and placed her hands on his chest. "Leave."

He locked her inside the swing using his body which loomed upon her and pinched her chin up. "You surely didn't say that to Jin, did you?"

From her chin, his fingers caressed her cheek. The cramp space in the swing forced them to be closer. Recalling the intimate distance between them, the storm in his eyes grew fiercer.

Incensed by his words, Ai bit her lip and retaliated tremblingly. "You didn't refuse to dance with Shui either. You have no right to talk to me that way."

More than she had expected, Jun's dance with Shui had hurt her. Since they had broken up, it didn't cross her mind that Jun would still agree with it. Yet he shared that dance with Shui.

Which made Ai wonder had he truly let go of Shui?

It wasn't the dance but his consent that took her aback and riled a sour feeling in her chest. She couldn't understand why it affected her so much.

Jun grabbed the back of her head and propped his left knee on the swing's cushion base. With an angle that left only an inch of distance between them, he said in a hushed tone. "I thought you understood that it was for the sake of appearances."

Her eyelashes trembled. "Then wasn't I in the same position as you?"

"Because…!"

His voice raised with a higher pitch, feeling immensely aggravated. Everything was messed up in his head as if hundreds of threads were entangled within themselves.

But what peeved him the most was…

"Because it's Jin. You cannot have anything to do with Jin. I won't let you be near Jin. I won't allow you to have any sort of relationship with Jin. Not with Jin ever!"