Pavilion Master's Submission, Departure

Confessions of love, words utterly at odds with her elegant image, continuously spilled from those red lips.

Tang Yuehua's rosy cheeks grew ever more vivid, the flush already spreading to her ears and snow-white neck.

Her body had already gone limp from the earlier teasing.

Now, she could barely remain standing by tightly clutching Lu Yan's arm.

Her knees unconsciously bent and drew inward, lightly brushing against each other in midair.

She had already been somewhat shorter than Lu Yan.

Now, she gazed up at the youth she loved in a posture of near submission.

Waiting for his final response and judgment.

One breath, two breaths...

Time passed in silence.

The light and anticipation that had filled Tang Yuehua's eyes gradually faded with Lu Yan's silence.

Her heart slowly sank to the depths.

Just as despair took hold and she was about to be completely swallowed by overwhelming disappointment—

Lu Yan looked at her and suddenly smiled.

There was no longer any trace of youthful shyness or evasion in that smile. It was filled instead with the aggressive delight of prey finally caught in the net.

Lu Yan's gaze locked onto her slightly parted, alluring red lips.

He abruptly lowered his head and kissed her fiercely with an unquestionable force.

"Mm..."

The light that had gone out in Tang Yuehua's eyes burst back to life at that moment.

Brighter and more blazing than ever before.

Under Lu Yan's fierce assault.

Tang Yuehua's already weak legs bent even further.

Her head was forced high, like an elegant cat finally thoroughly conquered and willingly submitting.

Under his kiss, Tang Yuehua nearly lost all strength in her body.

She could only clutch the youth's arm tightly, using it to support the body that was on the verge of melting completely.

At the same time.

Tang Yuehua was like a fish that had finally found sweet rain.

With equal, if not even greater madness, she began to return the belated yet surging kiss without restraint.

Her youth, the fruit she had so carefully cultivated... had finally, completely become hers.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely at that moment.

Only when Tang Yuehua's face was flushed like a rose and her breathing had grown ragged did the fierce kiss finally end.

Under the youth's burning kiss, her knees had nearly been pressed to the floor.

Seeing this, Lu Yan took the initiative to crouch down.

But having lost her support, Tang Yuehua dropped to her knees with a thump, her waist bending as well.

She had completely submitted before the youth.

All her elegance and dignity vanished at that moment.

"This is my answer, Aunt Yue."

Lu Yan smiled as he looked at the master of Moonlight Pavilion before him, her face flushed and breath unsteady.

A profound sense of complete capture rose in his heart.

Then he raised his hand and gently stroked her burning-hot cheek.

Looking into those watery eyes, he saw that his figure was the only one reflected in their depths.

Lu Yan was very satisfied.

He casually tucked several loose strands of hair from her forehead behind her ear.

The gesture was gentle and natural, just as it had always been.

Tang Yuehua gazed at him foolishly, her entire being still immersed in that kiss that had nearly suffocated her.

The youth was like a domineering king, seizing the territory that belonged to him.

Even the most unrestrained dream could not compare to even a fraction of this reality.

Yet she still felt it was not enough, far from enough.

Tang Yuehua did not know where she found the strength. She suddenly straightened from her kneeling position, wrapping her jade-like arms around the youth's neck.

And offered up her red lips.

The force behind it was no weaker than Lu Yan's earlier kiss—perhaps even three parts stronger.

Lu Yan seemed startled by it as well.

The next moment.

Using her body weight, Tang Yuehua pressed down, and their positions instantly reversed.

She spread her knees apart, pinned him beneath her, and kissed him again with desperate entanglement.

As though she wanted to fuse even their souls into one.

"Xiao Yan, I'm yours too... and you're mine..."

Her scorching breath washed over his face.

Tang Yuehua now resembled a little cat greedily attached to its master.

She wanted to leave her mark on every part of him.

Within the sealed room, the atmosphere grew increasingly heated, and the intimacy deepened.

At some unknown moment.

Blood-red plum blossoms fell one after another.

On the second floor, where no one could know, Tang Yuehua, the noble and elegant master of Moonlight Pavilion—

Became, body and soul, completely possessed by the youth she had raised with her own hands.

"Xiao Yan, Aunt Yue really... really loves you."

Afterward.

Tang Yuehua lay like a lazy cat with her face buried against his chest, murmuring again and again.

Her hands carried the cherishing tenderness of having recovered something once lost.

One moment they stroked his cheek, the next they rested on his solid chest, and then they drifted to... lingering there unwilling to leave.

Like a little girl who had obtained an unparalleled treasure, she could not bear to put down the precious thing that belonged to her alone.

"I love you too, Aunt Yue." As long as you remain my Aunt Yue forever.

Lu Yan silently added in his heart.

Taking advantage of the intensity of her feelings, Lu Yan naturally brought up his plan to leave Heaven Dou City for a time.

"Why?"

Tang Yuehua immediately sat up from his embrace, one hand braced against his chest.

The scattered red marks lingering on her snow-white neck were clearly visible.

Yet she paid no attention at all to the glimpse of spring revealed as the brocade quilt slipped down.

"Xiao Yan, where are you going?"

Tang Yuehua's tone was urgent and panicked.

As though the soul-stirring intimacy from moments before had been nothing more than a fleeting Illusionary Dream, ready to shatter at any time.

"Aunt Yue, I'm a Soul Master.

I can't stay in Heaven Dou City for my entire life. I have to go out, gain experience, and become stronger."

Lu Yan paused and gently stroked her cheek.

"Besides, I promised to find Spirit Grass that could help you break through in cultivation. I still haven't done that."

"But..."

Tang Yuehua was momentarily speechless, her heart full of bitterness.

She had only just tasted happiness. Was she to immediately endure the pain of separation?

Simply imagining those long days of sleeping alone was enough to make her feel suffocated.

Yet the youth's final promise moved her deeply.

He had not forgotten. He had never forgotten her affairs.

"Aunt Yue, come with me."

A longing light flickered in Lu Yan's eyes as he invited her.

"Let's go see the magnificent mountains and rivers of this world together."

Tang Yuehua's heart wavered violently.

In countless dreams, she had traveled hand in hand with the youth beside her, journeying across mountains and rivers.

Now that the dream was within reach, how could she not be moved?

But—the shackles of reality fell heavily upon her.

Moonlight Pavilion needed to be managed, and the sect's intelligence network needed her to maintain it.

She wanted to leave, but she could not.

She had never been free to do as she pleased.

"Xiao Yan..."

Tang Yuehua murmured, but she could not bring herself to say the words of refusal.

The light in Lu Yan's eyes gradually dimmed. He had already understood her choice.

"It's all right, Aunt Yue." Lu Yan put on an indifferent facade and comforted her gently.

"I'll find the Spirit Grass as soon as possible and return in the shortest time.

Even if I'm not here, I can still write to you."

Seeing the dimness in the youth's eyes, Tang Yuehua's heart ached.

She loved him.

She wished she could give him her life, but the sect had raised her.

"Xiao Yan, Aunt Yue will always wait for you at Moonlight Pavilion."

As she spoke, Tang Yuehua wanted to give him something better, something more.

She wanted to make it up to him.

She slowly lowered herself, sliding down like a snake.

Until...