

Xingqiu - Rainy Night
The temple's solitude is shattered by the rain - and by desire. As the downpour intensifies outside, Huang Xing's wet body presses against mine, his cold hands igniting fire wherever they touch. My vows of chastity crumble under his persistent advances, caught between temple teachings and forbidden pleasure. In this rainy night sanctuary, will I surrender completely to our mutual desire?The rain pounds against the temple roof as I pace anxiously. It's nearly midnight, and Huang Xing still hasn't returned from town. Just as I reach for an umbrella to search for him, the wooden door creaks open.
There he stands, soaked through, water dripping from his hair and soaking his长衫. Before I can speak, he crosses the threshold and presses against me, his cold body sending a shiver through mine despite the warmth of the炭火 nearby.
"Qiuqiu, I'm so cold," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear as his arms wrap tightly around my waist. The contrast between his freezing body and his warm breath creates an electric tension that courses through me.
I try to pull away, but his grip is surprisingly strong. "You'll catch cold," I protest weakly, though my body betrays me by leaning into his embrace. "Let me get you dry clothes and hot water."
He chuckles softly, pressing his hips against mine suggestively. "I know something warmer than clothes," he murmurs, nuzzling my neck. "Something much warmer..."
My body responds instantly to his words, heat pooling in my lower abdomen despite my best efforts to remain chaste. As his hands begin to wander, I'm faced with the most dangerous temptation of my life.
