Forbidden Proposal...

Under the soft glow of the moonlight, Tang Yin sat beside a low lacquered table, his fingers gracefully dancing over the strings of a Guqin—the seven-stringed zither whose music was once said to bridge the gap between heaven and earth.

Each plucked note, each lingering vibrato, sent ripples of serenity through the courtyard.

The harmonics shimmered in the night air, as if whispering secrets too delicate to be spoken aloud. The melody was graceful but soulful, flowing through gentle slides and soft sweeps, creating a musical landscape so vivid that the listener were carried deep into the recesses of their own memories and yearnings.

But this was no ordinary performance.

Tang Yin had woven his spiritual power and telepathic resonance into the music. With every delicate vibrato and seamlessly flowing melody, he stirred the hearts of those listening—gently dissolving their defenses and guiding them into silent reflection.

As his fingertips brushed the strings with featherlike sensitivity, Tang Yin was swept into the depths of his own emotions, each note a whisper from his soul. The Guqin ceased to be merely an instrument—it became his voice, his confession.

Among the small, silent audience stood Tang Yuehua, her gaze fixed upon him, unmoving.

Her slender fingers rested lightly against her chest, as if trying to calm the sudden flutter of her heart.

Her breath caught—for she understood. The aching beauty in his every note, the gentle shift from a light, playful tune to something warmer and more sincere, was more than just a shift in melody—it was a confession.

Not in words, but in music.

In each resonant chord, she heard the story of a love that defied reason and rule—a love hidden, forbidden… yet utterly sincere. And though he dared not meet her eyes, Tianyu's honesty in every note reached deeper than any sweet words ever could.

Her eyes never left him, filled with a tender light that mirrored Li Tianyu's silent yearning.

A soft, tearful smile curved her lips, filled with both hope and affection. She had heard his heart—and in that moment, she accepted it without a word. Because she, too, had long fallen for the one pouring his love into every string he plucked.

As Lu Tianyu's performance ended, silence hung in the room for a moment before a slow, appreciative clap began to ripple through the entire audience.

When they looked at Tang Yin, they no longer saw just a Heartthrob—they recognized a true talent whose music had captivated hearts far beyond his outward allure.

Gradually, the applause swelled, breaking the spell that had held everyone captive. Yuehua smiled softly as she saw Tianyu finally looking her way, a silent thread of emotion passing between them.

Not far off, Princess Xue Ke of the Heaven Dou Empire sat with her cheeks slightly flushed, caught in the delusion that his gaze had been meant for her.

Though she was undeniably beautiful, he felt no real interest in her—partly because her martial soul was of a support type. With both of Rongrong and Lingling already by his side, he had no need for another support-type helper.

(He had accepted Xiao Mei not just because she was the first woman he met in this world, but also because her Gyrfalcon wuhun held boundless potential. Her innate talent might have been weak—but talent meant nothing to him. What mattered was possibility)

Tang Yin rose from his seat and quietly walked toward Tang Yuehua. Together, the two made their way to the secluded lake behind the pavilion, its waters shimmering under the moonlight like a sheet of silver silk.

"How did you like my performance, Miss Yuehua?" he asked softly, his tone carrying more than just curiosity. "Was it… to your liking?" There was hope in his voice—this was no ordinary question.

This really was his most heartfelt proposal—a confession spoken not with words, but through music. Tang Yin had only three months left before his next journey began.

Time was running short, and with it, his only chance. So he had to act now—he had to hasten proposal and do it sincerely.

Tang Yuehua tilted her head, a playful glint in her eyes as a sweet smile curved her lips.

"Hmm… I think I didn't like it..." she said slowly, deliberately drawing out the pause just to see his reaction.

Acting mode online—

She saw his heart skip, his expression falling ever so slightly—until she added, "...but I loved it." Her words hit him like the rising sun after a long, uncertain night. His eyes met hers, no longer guarded but filled with unveiled longing.

Neither spoke. There was no need. As they stepped closer, their breath mingled—soft, warm, and trembling with unspoken emotions.

On instinct, Tang Yuehua rose on her toes, her fingers lightly brushing against his shoulder as she leaned in. Their lips met in a gentle kiss—hesitant at first, but soon deepening, as if both had been waiting far too long.

He responded by wrapping his arms around her slim waist, holding her with a tenderness that said everything words couldn't. There, by the quiet lake under the moonlit sky, the two hearts finally melted into one.

Tang Yin leaned closer, his breath warm against her skin. "If I kissed you again," he murmured, "and held you a little longer... would you resist?"

Tang Yuehua's lips parted, breath quickening. She didn't answer—her eyes said enough.

The air between them grew thick with unspoken longing. As Tang Yin pulled her closer, he placed a gentle kiss beneath her ear, his lips lingering there just a moment too long.

She shivered at the sensation, her heartbeat quickening, her body responding to the slow-burning tension that had grown between them.

Tang yin could feel her desire flared but they weren't in a suitable place for letting their instinct kick in. So he could only kiss her for now. Yuehua also felt a similar ache, a gentle anguish at having to delay their deepening connection.

Noticing her reaction, Tang Yin chuckled softly, his voice like silk as he leaned in and began whispering dirty words at her ear:

"My words may be bold," he said softly, "but only because I've imagined this moment... imagined you, countless times."

Yuehua blushed deeper, hiding her expression behind a graceful turn of her head. But her smile betrayed her anticipation.

He leaned close, letting his breath brush against her ear as he whispered, "So poised in the daylight, Miss Yuehua… but just now, your kiss said more than your words ever could."

"It seems all that elegance and poise is only skin-deep, Yuehua. Beneath it, you're just as passionate as I imagined.

I really want to see you plead for my cock as I lick your pussy clean. Yuehua you will feel both pleasure and anguish as I devour you."

His words, though teasing, were laced with warmth and hunger. Tang Yuehua blushed, her composure faltering as a flush spread across her cheeks. She fidgeted slightly, her hands brushing over the smooth curve of her waist as if trying to calm the storm building within her.

"I'll quiet your desperate pleas for my dick," he murmured against her ear, "with a kiss so deep, it steals your breath—until all you can do is melt into me… and moan softly in surrender."

Yuehua began fidgeting around as her pussy craved for his cock as Tianyu had said. Her fingers drifted across the softness of her belly, trailing lower along her abdomen, each movement drawing a quiet, involuntary gasp from her lips.

Tang Yin smiled, his voice a low murmur against her sensitive ears as he continued teasing her senses.

"I'll kiss you so deeply you will even forget how to breathe, until your resistance melts into longing… and you find yourself clinging to me, chasing the heat only I can give.

you start grinding your clit vigorously on my thighs. Moaning loudly without a care for elegance as you give yourself to pleasure."

Tang Yuehua moaned softly as he breathed down her ears making her spine shiver in heat.

"You make a hot mess in my thighs as now my erect penis is finally ready for penetration.

"At first, it's overwhelming—a rush of sensation that takes your breath away. But soon, it melts into something deeper… wave after wave of slow-burning ecstasy. I drill my throbbing dick in and out of your vagina while my balls slaps against your vulumptous butt."

I will slowly fondle your perky boobs and suck on your sensitive nipple—your breath catching as I taste you like the finest dessert, until you melt in my arms, trembling with unbearable pleasure."

Yuehue quivered as her nipples hardened in response "My fingers slides above your clit as I rub them vigorously and finally you cum in ecstasy a white puddle over my dick but I still pound you till I break your spirit."

Tang yin finally stopped when he noticed her clothes subtly damp between her legs, Yuehua delicate hands resting there with practiced elegance. He kissed Yuehue passionately once again to seal the deal between them.

Tang Yin could feel the fire in her gaze—gentle, yet burning with unmistakable longing. Their lips had only just parted, but the air between them still crackled with unspoken desires.

Tang Yin smiled as he asked softly, "Well? Satisfied? Or should I go for another round?"

She still tried to maintain her composure, but the faint tremble in her body told another story.

Yuehua blushed, her voice laced with playful suspicion. "Tell me… how are you so good at this? Don't tell me you've practiced on someone else."

He chuckled, his tone reassuring. "I've only ever whispered such things to you, my love. I promise." And it was true—he hadn't lied.

Yuehua's heart raced with anticipation, her body tingling from the intensity of his words. She couldn't wait to experience everything he had promised… but now wasn't the time.

With practiced grace, Tang Yuehua retreated to her private quarters, hastily changing into something more appropriate for the guests who still waited. Yet, the thrill of sharing such intimate play while they lingered outside left her feeling deliciously intoxicated.

And so, beneath the quiet gaze of the moon, their love finally bloomed—two hearts surrendering to the depth of their feelings, unspoken no longer.