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Chapter 5: Cold to warm, and warm to love

"So, you are inviting your boyfriend over to Hong Kong, right? Go and have fun, and I'm going to quit playing 'Taraku', he can do it," called a familiar cold voice from behind Sakura. She turned to see that same messy chestnut hair with the same handsome amber eyes that gave contempt.

            "No, it's not like that!" Sakura explained.

            "I'll just bet that he does better than me." Syaoran said as coldly as ever.

            "No, no, it's not like that! He is not going to play 'Taraku', and even if he does, I'm not going to allow it." Sakura said sternly.

            "Oh, so you're the boss now?" Syaoran teased.

            "See, this is the reason I could never understand CEOs, I mean, they're just totally—" Sakura blabbered while Syaoran walked away, "Syaoran?" she whirled around and found him stopping dead in his tracks.

            "What did you say?" Syaoran asked in surprise.

            "That I could never understand CEOs?" Sakura chuckled nervously.

            "No, no, after that," he asked, raising his eyebrow.

            "Um, 'Syaoran'?" Sakura bent her back to pick up an "imaginary" something that she "dropped" to the ground.

            "Since when do you address me like that?" Syaoran said and turned around to meet Sakura's glittering, emerald eyes.

            "Look, I'm really sorry, Mr. Li, I am, it's just that—"

            "It's just that 'uh'," Syaoran said playfully while watching Sakura squeezing her words out.

            "I'm sorry." Sakura said flatly.

            Syaoran let out a soft, teasing chuckle and walked forward leaving Sakura in between people. "Wait!" Sakura yelled. "Do you know where I can get a taxi?"

            "Not from here," Syaoran waved. "Bye! And good luck with your bf, 'dude'!" he imitated. "Please, Mr. Li, seriously, is there any taxi around here?" Sakura asked anxiously.

            "Oh, lookie lookie, a famous supermodel without a bodyguard, huh? How pitiful. Tsk, tsk, tsk." Syaoran shook his head and walked forward.

            "Wait," Sakura yelled and caught up to Syaoran's arm for support, and looked up breathlessly—they stared at each other, Syaoran to Sakura's hand (on his arm), and Sakura at Syaoran. "Oh, oops, sorry, didn't mean that," she chuckled nervously.

            "Thank you, now please leave me alone," said Syaoran emotionlessly.

            "Not until you tell me where I could get a taxi," Sakura said stubbornly.

            "I did, and I will repeat, THERE IS NO TAXI AROUND HERE!" Syaoran yelled, blowing his head up. Sakura covered her eyes with her hands, and looked at him in fear as if anytime, Syaoran will eat her alive.

            "Thank you for telling me that!" Sakura whispered as left soundlessly. Syaoran groaned, and caught up to Sakura, giving her a soft, rhythmic tap on the shoulder.

            "Yes?" Sakura said faintly.

            "I'm sorry." Syaoran whispered and lowered his head in shame. "I will drive you there," he said bravely.

            "Oh well, in that case, where's your car?" Sakura smiled.

            "Damn," cursed Syaoran under his breath. "What made me to deserve this?!" he asked himself painfully.

            "Come on, now, let's go ride your car!!"

A/N: and yet another chappie! Please read and review! Must. Review. Must review. Please please PLEASE!!!! Okay, sorry about the cliffy, but I've gotta stop… =_= I didn't get enough sleep yesterday…

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