Han Yue's Shyness

Han Yue stood where she was, the wrist he held growing slightly warm.

The candlelight in the room flickered, casting a faint blush across her delicate, cool features. Her silver hair fell to her waist, accentuating her fair skin and giving her an air that was both restrained and alluring.

"My room is next door..." Han Yue's voice trailed off.

Lu Heng did not let go. Instead, he pulled her a step closer into his arms.

Han Yue's shoulder blades bumped against his chest, and her entire body stiffened. Three years apart had seen him grow much taller and broader than before. Enclosed within his arms, she suddenly felt smaller.

"Senior." Lu Heng lowered his head, his lips nearly brushing her earlobe. "Are you willing?"

Han Yue's breathing turned unsteady.

She raised her head and met Lu Heng's gaze. There was sincerity in it, desire, and a cautious question.

"Mhm." Han Yue nodded, her voice so soft it was nearly inaudible. "You... be gentle."

The moment the words left her mouth, her face burned all the way to her ears.

Lu Heng froze for a moment, then smiled. Reaching out, he swept Han Yue into his arms.

"Ah!" Han Yue instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. Her silver hair spilled down over his arm.

Her figure had grown more mature than it had been three years ago. Beneath her silver dress, her waist was impossibly slender, her legs long and straight. As her skirt slipped down, it revealed a section of fair calf with smooth, graceful lines.

Lu Heng carried her toward the bed in the inner room.

Han Yue buried her face in the crook of his neck, her heart pounding like a drum.

The candlelight went out.

Morning light filtered through the window paper, spreading a