Moonlight flowed like water, and the atmosphere inside the stone pavilion was tender and warm.
Mo Lin held Yao Yao tightly, feeling the rare obedience and softness of the beauty in his arms. Her cool, faint fragrance lingered in her hair, along with the lingering scent of Peach Blossom Brew on her lips and teeth. The fire in his heart burned ever hotter.
He lowered his head and looked at Yao Yao's peerlessly beautiful jade-like face, her flush not yet faded and her eyes hazy. His Adam's apple bobbed as he said in a hoarse, restrained voice, "Yao Yao... didn't you say you had a gift for me?"
His gaze was scorching, filled with undisguised desire. That look alone was nearly enough to melt someone.
Yao Yao's heart skipped a beat beneath his gaze, and her cheeks reddened further, like ripe peaches.
She turned her face slightly aside, avoiding his overly heated stare. Her long lashes trembled as she said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, "Mm... y-you should let go of me first."
Though reluctant, Mo Lin still loosened his arms slightly as she asked, but his gaze remained fixed on her face without blinking.
Yao Yao took a soft breath, seemingly trying to calm her disordered thoughts. She extended her delicate jade hand, and a flash of light appeared at her fingertips as an object materialized in her palm.
It was not any of the "sensual" items Mo Lin had subconsciously been expecting, but a wine cup.
A jade cup carved entirely from warm jade, ancient and elegant in design, with smooth flowing lines. The jade was gentle and lustrous, its color pure white as it radiated a soft glow beneath the moonlight. On the cup's surface lingered an extremely faint trace of Yao Yao's