Moon Shyness

Yang Jingtian, having caught hold of the gentle He Zhuofang, softly questioned, "Why are you running away?"

Caught off guard, He Zhuofang responded in a subdued tone, "I don't know. Maybe it was all too sudden."

"Did I frighten you?" Yang Jingtian asked.

Shaking her head with a light sigh, she confessed, "It's just that happiness came too quickly."

Yang Jingtian felt a burst of joy, asking, "Do you feel happy?"

With a blissful smile spreading across her face, He Zhuofang expressed, "If you had been born ten years earlier, everything would have been perfect."

Stirred by emotion, Yang Jingtian exclaimed, "It's not too late. In truth, I've always liked you from the bottom of my heart."

Overwhelmed by his admission, He Zhuofang shyly replied, "Don't say that; there's too great an age difference between us."

"What difference does it make?" Yang Jingtian argued, contrasting their age gap to that of her being much younger than her current aging partner. "That old man Guo is thirty years older than you, and you're only ten years older than me."

He Zhuofang raised her concerns about being someone else's concubine and the unusual nature of their potential relationship, having not heard of a woman being ten years senior to her husband.

Yang Jingtian boldly stepped closer, making a firm stand: "Does it matter? I don't care. If given the choice in Jinsha Village, you'd be my only pick. Besides, you have no feelings for him, and you have the right to choose your life and love."

His words were assertive with a distinctive masculine vigor that rattled He Zhuofang's composure, leaving her heart in turmoil.

Without waiting for her reply, Yang Jingtian pressed on, "I know you love me as I love you. I can feel the beating of your heart and your yearning for love. Isn't it true that in Jinsha Village, I am your only choice?"

The dominance in Yang Jingtian's confession could not be challenged, rendering her desire to speak up futile.

Head bowed, He Zhuofang pleaded, "Please... don't... I don't know!"

Hearing her soft plea, Yang Jingtian couldn't resist pulling her into an embrace, whispering, "Zhuofang, trust me; only I can take you away from here and give you the happiness you seek."

He Zhuofang's response was filled with bashfulness and elation. Yet, before she could confess her feelings fully, Yang Jingtian sealed their bond with a kiss.

After the kiss, He Zhuofang slowly opened her eyes, her gaze misty with emotion.

With tender care, Yang Jingtian helped He Zhuofang lay down on the grass, gingerly unlacing her robe's belt, taking utmost caution not to mar her. He peeled back the garment, exposing her porcelain skin.

"Zhuofang...?" He paused, looking into her eyes as he drew back the cloth to her shoulders.

She laid there, her blush deepening, her hands relaxing slightly on the ground next to her, a delicate vision of vulnerability and trust.

Yang Jingtian lifted her back with her right hand, reached out with her left, and let the robe slide over her shoulders, through her arms, and onto the grass.

At this point, He Zhuofang's upper body has been fully revealed. Unable to suppress the attack of shame, He Zhuofang's right hand covered the half of a beautiful face.

"Ah ah... The Yang Jingtian... I'm so ashamed..." He Zhuofang dont dare to look at Yang Jingtian, eyes closed again. Still, she felt the evening breeze between her legs, for the long dress had been gently removed.

He Zhuofang whispered, "Yang Jingtian... Me... Are you all right?"

Yang Jingtian kissed her gently in the ear and smiled, "Perfect!"

He Zhuofang "um" made a sound, lips tight, the whole body immediately stretched tight, issued a soft breath, still dare not open her eyes. Until she sensed that her body seemed to be pressed by something, and knew that it was finally time, she opened her eyes in a daze, and Yang Jingtian was already on her body, with a soothing smile.

A naked young man and woman in the green grass. He Zhuofang tried to suppress her shyness and whispered, "Jing Tian, please be gentle."

A smile spread across Yang Jingtian's face as he said, "Zhuo Fang, you might as well teach me, since you have more experience than I do."

He Zhuo Fang felt a blush rising in her heart and responded, "Such embarrassing matters... How could you expect a woman like me to speak of them?"

Yang Jingtian gently stroked her hair, smiling, "Since you won't teach, then I, Jingtian, will muddle through as best I can."

"Um" He Zhuofang felt the caress of his hands, from hair to shoulders, breasts, fingers, belly of the soft body under unprecedented stimulation, snow like soft muscles with the increase of breathing, gradually revealed a light pink.

Although He Zhuofang had been married for ten years, each encounter with old man Guo was hurried and void of tender caresses or any form of foreplay, leaving her virtually ignorant about the art of lovemaking. Yang Jingtian's understanding of such matters was based on the "Divine Technique of Enchantment" he had studied and his own dreams, which were not much different from He Zhuofang's knowledge.

But Yang Jingtian stroked every inch of He Zhuofang's skin with great love and compassion, and he cautiously triggered He Zhuofang's endless crooning and Jiao panting.

"I'm going to start."

"Hm"

He Zhuofang initial fashion can struggle to suppress their own voice, but when Yang Jingtian full strength in her fine man on the body gallop, her whole body seems to rush to the pleasure, no longer care about the last reserve.

"Uh-huh."

The moon in the sky disappeared into the clouds, but the two people on the earth reached the most gorgeous moment.