A Moonlit Love

Nestled at the foot of the mountains, Jinsa Village is home to several beautiful emerald lakes. During the day, many villagers would come here to wash clothes or swim. However, at night, the area became deserted, mainly because the lakes were quite far from where most people lived.

Yang Jingtian brought He Zhuofang to this place, only to find the moon's reflection on the lake creating an exceptionally serene and cool atmosphere.

The lakes were surrounded by dense forests, the sounds of nature ringing clearly and crisply through the air.

Gazing at the bright moon, He Zhuofang exclaimed, "What a beautiful moonlit night!"

Yang Jingtian smiled and teased, "Zhuofang, you're not planning to spend the night here, are you?"

He Zhuofang replied with a smile, "Would that be so wrong?"

Yang said lightheartedly, "Not at all, just a bit cold."

He Zhuofang expressed her disdain for the Guo family father and son, "I'm so done with the Guos. I wish to find a place where no one else is around to settle down."

Yang Jingtian assured her, "Tonight, at least, I can make that happen for you."

Taken aback, He Zhuofang asked, "Only tonight?"

Yang too paused, not a fool, his heart racing, yet he dared not confirm her intentions. After all, happiness sometimes arrives so swiftly, so unexpectedly.

Wasn't this what Yang Jingtian had always dreamed of?

The celestial beauty of Jinsa Village, the goddess of his heart, was slowly walking towards him.

Yang said, "Some things, we'll only know the answer to after tonight."

He Zhuofang mused, "It seems that human power is ultimately limited. The nature of things often changes one's destiny."

Yang added, "But sometimes, the appearance of certain people can change things."

Startled, He Zhuofang asked, "Could you be one of those people?"

Yang smiled, "What do you think?"

He Zhuofang smiled, a gesture that conveyed her inner joy. "Of course, you're the only one in the village who can change the rules. Because you are the strongest here, and the strong usually have the power to change everything."

Yang Jingtian smiled confidently, knowing well that no one in the village was stronger than him. He could indeed dominate Jinsa Village. Being strong, did that mean he could do as he pleased? Yang didn't dwell on this thought further; it was exhausting. He couldn't deny that sometimes, too much reading made it harder to take action.

Looking up at the moon, Yang felt that despite the cool moonlight, his body was engulfed in warmth.

At this moment, He Zhuofang's face was flushed with happiness, her shallow dimples showing as she spoke softly, "Jingtian, I have a favor to ask of you…"

Yang Jingtian responded with a smile, "Zhuofang, there's no need to be so formal. Feel free to ask."

He Zhuofang, with a face turning redder, her hands clasped tightly together and her head slightly lowered, barely audible whispered, "Please… please check if there's anyone around… I, I would like to… take a bath in the lake…" She spoke without daring to lift her head, fidgeting nervously, obviously feeling shy and anxious.

Yang Jingtian looked around before climbing atop a giant rock to get a better view, then playfully announced, "Zhuofang, it's not suitable. There are people around."

He Zhuofang gasped in shock, "Really?! Let's leave at once then."

Yang Jingtian burst into hearty laughter, "Leave to where? It's just the two of us here, no one else."

He Zhuofang quickly realized Yang Jingtian was jesting with her and, feeling both embarrassed and peeved, she chided him, "Jingtian, can't believe you're making fun of me…" her heart racing with a mix of emotions.

Yang Jingtian playfully advised, "Zhuofang, if you want to bathe, you'd better hurry before someone really does come, which would indeed be troublesome."

With her heart thumping, He Zhuofang quietly thanked, "Thank you, Jingtian!"

She walked to the edge of the lake, her mind a whirl of thoughts. After contemplating, she gently removed the cloak Yang Jingtian had given her, carefully untying her frayed silk blouse, and like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis, revealed a rare beauty that belonged only to the celestial realm…

Yang Jingtian, perched upon a large lakeside rock, turned his back to the lake; he could not see what was happening, but his acute senses allowed him to hear clearly. The sounds of clothing rustling off, feet stepping into the shallow water, and then the sound of playful splashing echoed across, interspersed with the occasional tinkling laugh, crisp and delightful.

Time and again, Yang Jingtian was tempted to look back, but the thought of propriety always held him back.

However, He Zhuofang's bathing seemed endless, going on much longer than expected.

Yang Jingtian's heart was clouded with confusion; wasn't the beauty in the lake the very celestial being he yearned for day and night? Why then did he dare not face her? If she, a lady, could dare to bathe in front of a man, it must mean she has a certain interest or trust in him. Since the man is smitten and the lady willing, why should Yang Jingtian, hesitate?

Tossing aside any pretense of gentlemanly conduct as mere deceit, Yang Jingtian considered that at nearly sixteen, according to the scripture of the "Divine Feminine Art," it was time for him to have his coming-of-age ceremony. The thought of the "Divine Feminine Art" sent waves of burning heat through his body.

Yang Jingtian took a deep breath, let out a long sigh, trying to regain some composure, yet the sound of He Zhuofang's splashing as she bathed clearly reached his ears.Yang Jingtian couldn't resist any longer and turned his head slightly, only to hear He Zhuo Fang let out a startled cry, "Ah!"

Following the sound, Yang Jingtian's gaze froze.

It turned out that He Zhuo Fang had been bathing behind him all along. Under the illumination of the crescent moon, the moonlight cast a shadow on He Zhuo Fang's side, accentuating her slender figure and graceful posture. Her skin was as soft and white as warm jade, merging seamlessly with the moonlight, creating a mesmerizing and indistinguishable fusion.

As He Zhuo Fang noticed Yang Jingtian suddenly turning his head towards her, she naturally let out a surprised exclamation. Instinctively, she lightly covered her chest with her hands, concealing the sensitive and alluring area.

He Zhuo Fang's previously disheveled long hair had been washed to a silky smoothness, cascading down with shimmering water ripples. Seeing Yang Jingtian staring at her in a daze, He Zhuo Fang felt a mixture of surprise and embarrassment. She hurriedly submerged her body in the water, with only her head exposed, while keeping her hands in front of her chest.

Yang Jingtian was shocked by the scene before him. It was only when He Zhuo Fang's entire body was submerged in the water that he snapped out of his daze. He exclaimed, "I-I'm sorry! I was just worried about you, so..." He wanted to turn away, but his body wouldn't cooperate.

The two of them locked eyes, and the atmosphere was incredibly awkward. Neither of them could find the words to say. They saw He Zhuo Fang's skin glowing under the moonlight, her cheeks blushing like frosty maple leaves. She would occasionally purse her lips, unable to contain her shyness, unable to utter a single word.

Yang Jingtian nervously said, "I... I was really impulsive just now..." As he spoke, he reached out to grab He Zhuo Fang's delicate hand.

Yang Jingtian felt the softness of her palm, and his heart couldn't help but flutter as he gazed at her. He Zhuo Fang's cheeks turned crimson, and she struggled free from his grasp, running away.

Yang Jingtian was taken aback, looking up at the night sky. There weren't many beautiful women in the village, and He Zhuo Fang was an exception. Ever since he was young, He Zhuo Fang had been engraved in his heart. She was the object of his adolescent dreams. After glimpsing the "Divine Woman Technique" from Master Mo, Yang Jingtian's feelings for He Zhuo Fang became even stronger and uncontrollable.

Watching He Zhuo Fang struggle and run away, Yang Jingtian suddenly felt at a loss, but a powerful force pushed him forward.

He Zhuo Fang had only taken a few steps before Yang Jingtian grabbed hold of her.

He Zhuo Fang stumbled, falling into Yang Jingtian's embrace. A faint and refreshing fragrance emanated from her, creating such a wonderful and captivating sensation.