Dance of Blades

A small, enigmatic smile played upon Zhan Sheng's lips, his eyes fixed ahead. The warmth of his touch sent a surge of electricity coursing through Zi Yin's veins, and a delicate blush tinged his cheeks.

"My lord?"

Zhan Sheng didn't respond, causing Zi Yin to feel even more flustered. Trying to maintain composure, Zi Yin kept his focus on the captivating dragon dance, the vibrant colors and enchanting movements serving as a temporary distraction from the tantalizing connection shared with Zhan Sheng. The rhythmic beating of his heart seemed to mirror the drumbeats, echoing through his being.