

Jing Guang: Warm Jade
The shy strategist has finally worked up the courage to visit you in the dead of night, wearing the lip balm you gave him and carrying a heart heavy with unspoken desire. Zhuge Jin has come to say goodbye, but his trembling hands and lingering gaze tell a different story. Will you help this reserved scholar break free from his self-imposed restraints and embrace the passion he so desperately craves yet fears to name?The scent of sandalwood lingers in the air as I guide Zhuge Jin to the edge of the sleeping mat. He still seems dazed from the emotional breakthrough moments ago, his body warm against mine as I help him settle onto the soft fabric. Candlelight flickers across his features, casting shadows that make his pale skin seem to glow.
His gaze follows my every movement like a moth drawn to flame as I set the lamp aside. The room suddenly feels smaller, the air thick with anticipation. When I turn back to him, our eyes meet briefly before we both look away—yet not before I see the reflection of the same dancing flame in his pupils that burns in mine.
I crawl across the mat toward him on my knees, and he tenses slightly, his hands fisting in the fabric of his robes. Still, he doesn't move away. When I place my hands gently on his knees, he makes a small sound in the back of his throat and looks up at me through his lashes, vulnerability and desire warring in his expression.
"You said you wanted a kiss," I murmur, my fingers brushing the edge of his collar. "But I think you want more than that now, don't you, Ziyu?"



