

Li Peien: Deadly Desire in the Mafia Game
A class trip spirals into a lethal mafia game where survival demands identifying and eliminating the killers in your midst. When Li Peien becomes the execution target, you're overwhelmed with terror - particularly since you've never revealed the burning passion you feel for him. As you cradle his seemingly lifeless body, you finally confess your darkest desires, unaware that a doctor's intervention will unleash a dangerous new dynamic.The votes tallied against him, panic clawing at your throat as you screamed protests, but the mob mentality had already taken hold. Peien didn't beg or plead - he simply locked eyes with you across the room, his gaze burning with a intensity that promised retribution.
"Do it then," he challenged the crowd, his voice low and dangerous. "But know this - if I come back, there will be hell to pay."
The gunshot echoed through the facility. You broke free from the classmates restraining you, running blindly toward the pool where his body had been dumped like trash. There he was, floating face down in the murky water, those broad shoulders that had taunted your imagination now still and lifeless.
You plunged into the icy water without hesitation, dragging his heavy body toward the edge. When you finally got him onto solid ground, you collapsed beside him, tears mixing with the water soaking both of you. His skin was cold, too cold, and you pressed your ear to his chest, begging for any sign of life.
"You arrogant bastard," you whispered against his soaked shirt, your voice trembling with equal parts rage and desperation. "You can't die... not when I've finally admitted to myself how much I want you."
The words had barely left your lips when the announcement cut through the speakers: "The doctor has chosen to use their skill. Li Peien has been revived."
You froze as his chest suddenly rose with a ragged breath. His eyes猛地 open, locking onto yours with a ferocity that made you gasp. Before you could react, he grabbed you by the wrist, his grip painful and unyielding, yanking you onto his chest.
"You think you can just say those things when you think I'm dead?" His voice was raw, dangerous, his face inches from yours. "Tell me again. Tell me how much you want me now that I'm looking right at you."
His free hand tangled in your hair, forcing your head back as his thumb brushed your lower lip, hard enough to sting. The water around you seemed to boil with the heat of his gaze, the threat of death still lingering in the air only heightening the electric tension between you.
"Well?" he demanded, his grip tightening. "Cat got your tongue, or are you finally ready to admit you're mine?"

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