Hearing this, Xin Yi trembled. She then turned around in delight and hurried over to An Yang.
"Y-you... where have you been these past few days?"
"Hm? Did you need something from me?" An Yang feigned confusion.
"I, I just... just..." Xin Yi lowered her head shyly like a demure young woman.
"Just what?" The corners of An Yang's lips curled up.
"Just... ah... I was merely feeling troubled and wanted someone to talk to. D-don't misunderstand." Xin Yi stammered, though an indescribable feeling stirred within her heart, one she forcefully suppressed.
Seeing this, An Yang smiled. The time had come. It was time to act.
"Oh? Just talking?" An Yang stepped forward.
"Y-yes." Xin Yi's face flushed crimson as she backed away slightly, her heart pounding wildly.
What is wrong with me? How could I... how could I...
Lost in thought, she nearly fell out of the pavilion, but An Yang reached out and pulled her back.
"Th-thank you!"
Their hands had touched just now, making her face turn even redder and her heart beat even faster.
An Yang continued pressing his advantage. He approached Xin Yi again, suddenly pulled her into his arms, then lowered his head and kissed her red lips beneath her astonished gaze.
After quite a while, Xin Yi finally came to her senses and began to resist, pounding An Yang's back.
An Yang held her tightly and refused to let go, their lips seeming glued together.
As time passed, Xin Yi stopped resisting and gradually became immersed in it.
After an unknown amount of time, An Yang scooped the limp Xin Yi up in a bridal carry, flashed away, and darted into her couch chamber within the distant Back Hall.
What happened afterward was not fit for outsiders to hear. Everything went without saying...