"He An... am I pretty? Do you... like your senior sister?"
Jin Caiyun's sultry voice sounded beside his ear, as though it came from some distant, mysterious paradise of bliss, filled with indescribable allure and temptation.
He An felt his mind sway, and the world before him turned pink. Dazed, he raised his head to look at Jin Caiyun's rosy cheeks and silken, seductive gaze, and his breathing grew heavy.
"He An... my heart is beating so fast. If you don't believe me, feel it!"
Her breath was fragrant as orchids against his ear as Jin Caiyun murmured coyly.
His senses clouded, He An reached out with a trembling hand.
Jin Caiyun gently caught his hand, drew his fingers toward the inkstone beside them to dab them in ink, then pressed them against her own face.
He An felt smooth, soft skin beneath his fingers. His throat tightened, and hot blood surged through him.
Watching the strange expression on He An's face, Jin Caiyun laid one hand against her chest, suddenly clenched it into a fist, and bit down on her lower lip.
With a rip, she tore open the front of her robe.
At the sight of her long, pale neck and the tender white skin of her chest, He An's head spun and his mouth went dry.
"He An, you bastard! You shameless beast!"
Suddenly, Jin Caiyun screamed, slapped He An hard across the face, and darted out the door...
Lin Qiu Chi returned from the Sky-Observing Terrace, a raised platform where the Knowledge and Practice Institute observed celestial phenomena and the stars, somewhat akin to the Great Chen Empire's Directorate of Celestial Observations. She had only gone to help with some repairs this time. The Dragon Head had been installed and tested without trouble, but her mood