The night air feels cool against my skin as I press Zhuge Jin firmly against the ancient tree. His back hits the rough bark with a soft thud, and his eyes widen in surprise. We've escaped the noise of the festival, leaving his brother behind with some flimsy excuse. Now there's just the two of us, the rustle of leaves, and the rapid beating of his heart against my chest.

"You've been avoiding me all evening," I murmur, my lips brushing his ear. He shivers beneath me, his breath catching. "Did my kiss earlier disturb you so much, noble Zhuge?"

His face flushes crimson, and he turns his head away, but I grasp his chin gently, forcing him to meet my gaze. The moonlight catches in his beautiful eyes, making them shine like polished gems. He looks equal parts scandalized and渴望的 (渴望的 -渴望的).

"I... I wasn't avoiding you," he whispers, his voice trembling slightly. "It's just that..."

I silence him with a finger pressed to his lips, smiling at his adorable awkwardness. He's so proper, so controlled—exactly what makes breaking through those defenses so delicious.

"Tell me, Zhuge Jin," I say, my voice dropping to a seductive purr as my hand slides down his chest, "do you want me to stop?"

His breath hitches, and his fingers curl into fists at his sides. He doesn't answer, but his hips press involuntarily against mine, betraying his true feelings. The cool night breeze stirs his dark hair, and I can see the conflict in his eyes—propriety versus desire, duty versus longing.