Tang Yuehua's Confession

Tang Yuehua made a bold decision—

She stepped forward, stretched out her arms, and held him tightly.

She buried her pretty face in the hollow of his neck, almost greedily breathing in his crisp, pleasant scent.

As though only this could ease the bone-deep longing that gnawed at her.

Her boy had grown taller again, his figure becoming ever more upright.

He had completely shed the immaturity of youth and grown into the elegant, handsome gentleman of her dreams.

Lu Yan seemed to freeze for a moment, then raised his arms and returned her embrace.

His broad, warm palms settled firmly against the slender curve of her waist.

If they slipped even an inch lower, they would touch that enticingly perky curve.

His hold was not gentle, nearly crushing her into his body.

"Hmm~"

Tang Yuehua's body suddenly stiffened.

An intense, tingling heat burst from where his palm touched her and swiftly spread throughout her body.

Her waist... was one of her sensitive spots.

Even touching it herself usually made her tremble as though shocked.

Now, with the heated palm of the man she loved pressed against it, her legs went weak, as though all strength had been pulled away from her body.

She nearly went completely limp in his solid, warm embrace.

Just as her mind became muddled and she was about to be unable to bear this sweet torment any longer,

Lu Yan's palm against her lower back seemed to unconsciously rub twice, ever so lightly.

"Mm-hmm~~"

After being alone for so long, with love already deeply rooted in her heart, how could she withstand such teasing?

Tang Yuehua felt an even stronger desire rise from the depths of her heart, drowning her usual restraint and reason.

She... wanted more.

One of Lu Yan's hands rested on her blue hair, while the other pressed close to the hollow of her waist.

Feeling her body change from stiff to soft, a smile curled at his lips where Tang Yuehua could not see it.

The time was right.

This beauty was already unable to escape.

All he had to do was speak, and the woman in his arms would be his.

But he wanted Tang Yuehua to say it herself.

Everything had to proceed under his control.

Having made up his mind, Lu Yan abruptly withdrew the hands that had been tightly holding her and placed them instead on her delicate shoulders.

Then he shoved—

The two, who had just been pressed closely together, were suddenly forced apart by his strength.

Tang Yuehua staggered two steps back from the push.

The heat, tingling, and arousal that had filled her body came to an abrupt halt, cut off so suddenly and so completely.

An even stronger sense of loss surged from her heart like an ice-cold tide, flooding her limbs and leaving her hands and feet chilled.

Tang Yuehua looked at him with utter disbelief.

Her almond-shaped eyes were filled with shock and grievance.

She had clearly felt the abnormality beneath him.

Why... why had he pushed her away?

Yet just as her thoughts churned wildly, Lu Yan suddenly turned his back on her.

His hands fell between his legs, and he actually did not dare face her.

Tang Yuehua's already dazed mind now raced like the most precise instrument in the world.

In an instant, she accurately discerned the truth hidden behind his abrupt behavior—

It was not rejection, but... restraint on the verge of losing control.

The loss in her heart vanished in an instant.

A knowing smile tinged with triumph quietly curved across her lips.

She had guessed right!

And she could no longer endure it either.

No matter what, today, at this very moment,

she had to make her boy understand her feelings clearly.

Tang Yuehua resolutely turned around and strode to the shop entrance. With a click, she shut and locked the door.

Her movements carried the resolve of someone burning her bridges, completely shutting out all outside disturbances and watchful eyes.

At this moment, in this little shop called Heaven, there was only her and him.

Perhaps today... would truly become her heaven.

Lu Yan's powerful Spiritual Power allowed him to clearly sense Tang Yuehua's series of decisive actions even with his back to her.

"Xiao Yan,"

Tang Yuehua's voice carried an imperceptible tremor, yet it was unusually firm.

"Why... did you push Aunt Yue away?"

As she spoke, she moved past his side and seemingly casually glanced downward.

The confidence in her heart grew even stronger.

The two faced each other once more.

"Aunt Yue, I... I need to use the restroom."

Lu Yan's gaze darted away, his voice embarrassed.

He tried to find an opening to flee this suffocating atmosphere.

But Tang Yuehua grabbed his wrist in one swift motion.

Her grip carried a determination that absolutely would not allow him to break free.

The boy she had raised with her own hands and guided step by step to this point ought to belong entirely to her.

From here on, she would take control of everything.

"Xiao Yan, are you sure... you can get it out right now?"

Tang Yuehua lifted her face and smiled.

Having lost her usual elegance, she instead gained a foxlike charm and coquettish allure.

Lu Yan understood instantly, and the tips of his ears reddened as if blood might drip from them.

He wanted even more to turn around and run away.

But Tang Yuehua gave him no chance to retreat.

She held tightly onto his arm, her burning gaze fixed on his eyes as she asked the most crucial question:

"Xiao Yan, do you like Aunt Yue?"

The moment the words left her mouth,

Lu Yan answered almost instinctively, with the sincerity unique to a young man:

"I do!"

Seeing the pure, unadulterated sincerity on his face,

Tang Yuehua found it both amusing and helpless.

The "like" he understood was not the same kind she was asking about.

Tang Yuehua smiled helplessly. In the end, she would have to pierce through this thin veil herself.

"What Aunt Yue means... is the kind of liking between a man and a woman."

Tang Yuehua leaned slightly closer, her breath fragrant as an orchid, her voice so seductive it seemed ready to drip with sweetness.

"Or rather... do you want to hold Aunt Yue? Hold me tightly like you did just now and never let go again... Do you want to kiss Aunt Yue?

Do you want to kiss these lips and steal every breath... Do you want to... completely possess Aunt Yue?"

Lu Yan seemed utterly stunned by her shocking words.

His eyes widened, all color draining from his face.

His expression held shock, panic, and even more, the helplessness and fear of having his thoughts completely laid bare.

"A-Aunt Yue..."

Seeing him like this, the last trace of uncertainty in Tang Yuehua's heart vanished.

The boy before her had long since become the same as her; his feelings were no longer pure.

He simply had yet to understand the surging desire of a man within his own heart.

It was all right. She could teach him, guide him.

Just as she had before.

Tang Yuehua drew in a deep breath and clutched his hand, her nails nearly digging into his skin.

This was also her first time being so direct, so utterly reckless.

"Aunt Yue... wants to hold you every moment, wants to kiss you, wants you to... possess me madly... wants you to..."

Tang Yuehua took out that heart full of shameful, improper desires and laid it bare before him without reservation.

"Wants you to... leave marks on my body that belong only to you."

Lu Yan parted his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end it became a silent tremor.

"So..."

Tang Yuehua trembled slightly from overwhelming shame and desire, yet her voice held incomparable resolve.

"You don't need to hold back anymore, you don't need to suppress it... Aunt Yue will completely... tolerate you and accept everything about you."

"Now... Aunt Yue permits you... to do anything to me."

"Aunt Yue... is yours. Aunt Yue belongs only to you."