In the Lin Clan estate, Lin Fang began his walk back to his room after confirming that the two energy threads were indeed connected to his two mothers. With his usual confident strides, he moved forward, radiating an air of calm certainty, while Yue followed behind, as always, her expression a mix of concern and admiration.
Despite the fact that just the day before, his Dantian had been crushed and his cultivation lost, anyone who saw him now would hardly believe that such a thing had occurred.
There was no sign of weakness in his posture, no hint of doubt in his eyes. Instead, Lin Fang moved as though the loss of his cultivation was of little consequence. To an observer, it would seem as though nothing had changed at all—he looked just as strong, just as composed, as he always had. Yet there was something different, something ethereal about him now.
As Lin Fang entered his room, the door creaked open with a smooth motion. Yue, obedient as ever, followed him inside. Her role was clear: to take care of her young master, and to ensure she watched over him as the Matriarch had ordered. Every one of his movements was to be monitored, every step he took, every word he uttered.
After closing the door behind her, Yue turned back, only to find Lin Fang staring directly at her with a calm, almost mischievous smile. The smile was strange, different from any other he had given her before. It was alluring in a way that made her heart flutter, an unsettling feeling stirring deep within her.
As Lin Fang took a step toward her, her instinct was to back away, but she quickly found herself up against the door, unable to retreat any further. Her breath hitched, a tinge of heat rising to her cheeks as he moved closer. He placed one hand on the door just above her shoulder, effectively trapping her in place. His voice, soft but teasing, broke the silence.
"Big sister Yue," he said, his tone light but piercing, "I was noticing something different about you today. Why do you keep blushing whenever you see me? What's on your mind?"
Yue froze, her eyes widening in shock. The blood rushed to her face, and she felt a sudden wave of panic and confusion flood her thoughts.
"Wh-What? W-What do you mean by that, young master? W-When did I do that?" Yue stuttered, her face growing even redder as her breath became more ragged, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of Lin Fang. She backed up slightly, trying to regain control of herself, but the way he looked at her, with that smile, made her heart race faster than she could process.
Lin Fang's smile widened ever so slightly, amused by her flustered reaction. He leaned in just a bit closer, his presence almost overwhelming as he spoke again, his voice now low and teasing.
"You know exactly what I mean, Big sister Yue," he said, his eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "I've been noticing the way you're acting around me lately. Your cheeks turn bright red whenever our eyes meet. Your breath quickens when I get too close. It's almost as if you're... nervous? Or is it something else?"
His tone was smooth, yet there was an undeniable confidence behind it, as if he knew exactly what effect he was having on her. Yue, still caught in the trap of his gaze and his proximity, could hardly think straight. Her heart hammered in her chest, and she struggled to maintain composure. The air between them seemed charged, thick with an unspoken tension that she couldn't quite escape.
"Wha-What?" she stammered again, her words barely above a whisper. "I-I don't... I'm just... You must be mistaken, young master..."
But even as she said the words, she knew that wasn't true. Something about his presence, his gaze, it was making her feel things she shouldn't. She could smell the faint scent of him—something comforting and intoxicating—and her body betrayed her, the heat in her face intensifying as her breath became more ragged with each passing moment.
Lin Fang couldn't help but smile at the flustered expression on Yue's face. Slowly, he moved a little closer, his gaze soft yet intense. Just as he seemed to be inches from her, he shifted his face slightly to the side, brushing past her.
Yue's breath hitched as Lin Fang's sudden movement brought her heart to a halt. She hadn't expected the mix of shock and anticipation that flooded through her, a feeling she had never experienced before. But just as quickly, the sensation of him being so close vanished, leaving her with a strange sense of loss.
Before she could fully process it, her pulse surged once more, this time with a heightened awareness. His warm breath grazed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. His voice followed, soft and steady, carrying an unspoken weight that made her heart race even faster.
"Tell me, Big sister Yue," Lin Fang said, his voice soft and teasing as he leaned just a little closer, "What were you thinking when you looked at me? What is it that you want? You know, I'm like your little brother, and I might be able to help you with anything you need. So, tell me, what's in your heart?"
Yue gulped down, hearing this. She felt like she was being invited by a devil—a very handsome devil—to speak the desires buried deep within her heart. She didn't know what to do, her thoughts a whirlwind of doubt, fear and—Lust. Yet, as she was still contemplating, that same voice spoke again, smooth and commanding, like a blade cloaked in silk. " Tell me? What you desire?"
Yue's restraint shattered like fragile glass, the last sentence she heard breaking through the walls she had carefully built around her heart. Her trembling voice broke the silence, soft and uncertain, yet carrying a desperation she could no longer hide. "A-Are you telling the truth, Young Master?" she stuttered, her words laced with doubt and a flicker of hope she couldn't suppress.
Her face, already flushed from the heat of the flames and her inner turmoil, turned an even deeper shade of red. Her heart pounded erratically, the weight of her words making her feel vulnerable, exposed, yet strangely liberated.
"Would I lie to you, Big sister Yue?" he said softly, his voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down her spine. "Speak your heart freely, and I might just fulfil your desires."
Yue gulped hearing this, then took another gulp as her heart pounded like a war drum, the rising heat in her chest spreading to every corner of her body. She gulped again, her resolve battling her shyness, until finally, she took a shaky step closer. Her breath quickened, and her face burned brighter than the flames below.
With trembling lips, she leaned in, her voice so soft it was barely more than a whisper, yet it carried the weight of everything she felt. Her warm breath brushed against Lin Fang's ear as she spoke, sending a shiver down his spine. "Y-Young Master... I... I want..." Her words faltered as her cheeks burned impossibly red, yet she forced herself to finish, her heart laid bare. "If you're telling the truth… then I want… to taste your lips..... with my... l-lips."
Hearing her low, soft, and beautiful voice, coupled with the words she had whispered, sent an electric current running through Lin Fang's spine. For a moment, his usually impenetrable composure wavered, and his heartbeat quickened, matching the erratic rhythm of hers. Slowly, he stepped away from her side, turning to face her directly.
The faint orange light of the sun streamed into the room through the windows above the door, casting a warm glow that danced across Lin Fang's sharp features. The soft hue highlighted the faint smile that now graced his lips, a smile that held both mystery and quiet reassurance. Though his expression seemed calm, a storm brewed beneath the surface, his chest feeling heavy as unspoken emotions clawed at the edges of his serene mask.
"Do you really want that?" he asked, his voice even but edged with something deeper, something more personal. He tilted his head slightly, as if studying her every reaction, pretending to be fully composed despite the turmoil in his heart.
Yue, unable to bear the weight of his intense gaze, looked down, her lashes trembling as she tried to hide the growing heat on her face. Her hands clutched the hem of her robes tightly, and after a moment of silence, she nodded softly.
Seeing her confirmation, Lin Fang didn't wait for any more signs of uncertainty. Without another word, he reached out and cupped her chin, lifting her face gently up. Before Yue could even register what was happening, his lips were on hers—forceful, hungry, and urgent.
The shock of the sudden kiss made her body freeze for a heartbeat, her mind reeling from the unexpected onslaught. She instinctively tried to pull back, to resist. For a moment, Yue fought the overwhelming warmth that flooded her chest, the heat that crept up her neck to her flushed face.
Her heart raced, pounding in her ears, louder than any thought she could form. But then, something within her broke, and the tension melted away like ice under a burning sun. Her body, once stiff, began to respond.
Slowly, her hands lifted, trembling, and found their way around his neck, her fingers sinking into the soft fabric of his robes, pulling herself toward him. The way he kissed her, with such intensity, made her heart beat even faster, a chaotic rhythm that seemed to mirror the storm swirling inside her.
As if sensing her surrender, Lin Fang deepened the kiss, his hands moving down to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed against each other. The closeness, the heat between them, was overwhelming, and Yue felt a surge of emotions—desire, fear, longing—flood her veins.
Her mind spun as the kiss grew more urgent, more desperate, each touch making her feel alive in a way she had never experienced. She could feel the strength in his arms, the raw power of his presence, and it was impossible to ignore the way it made her feel as though she was drowning in him.
Yue's mind blurred into a haze of sensations, but still, a part of her held back. Yet, as Lin Fang's hands tightened around her, pulling her even closer, that last part of her resistance crumbled. She kissed him back with a passion she hadn't known she had in her, her hands now desperately clutching at him, lost in the fire he had sparked within her.