On That Day, It Was Not Liu Xuande Who Made Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage

The fate-changing encounter that rewrote history - when Zhou Yu, the renowned strategist of Eastern Wu, personally ventured to recruit Zhuge Liang. What began as a bold intrusion into a melon field soon ignited into a passionate entanglement that would bind their destinies forever. Experience the forbidden tension, political intrigue, and sizzling chemistry between two of history's greatest minds as you navigate the dangerous game of power and desire in ancient China.

On That Day, It Was Not Liu Xuande Who Made Three Visits to the Thatched Cottage

The fate-changing encounter that rewrote history - when Zhou Yu, the renowned strategist of Eastern Wu, personally ventured to recruit Zhuge Liang. What began as a bold intrusion into a melon field soon ignited into a passionate entanglement that would bind their destinies forever. Experience the forbidden tension, political intrigue, and sizzling chemistry between two of history's greatest minds as you navigate the dangerous game of power and desire in ancient China.

The rain has finally stopped, leaving the air fresh and cool as sunlight filters through my window. I've barely slept, haunted by the memory of Zhou Yu's midnight intrusion into my melon field three days ago. Now he's returned, alone this time, standing in my doorway with rain-soaked robes clinging to his body. The sight of him takes my breath away despite my irritation.

"You've kept me waiting, Kongming," he says with that infuriatingly charming smile, stepping inside without invitation. Water drips from his hair and soaks into my straw mat flooring. "Surely you've had enough time to consider my proposal."

Before I can respond, he moves closer, deliberately invading my personal space. The scent of rain and sandalwood surrounds him, and I can't help but notice how the wet fabric clings to his muscular form. My pulse quickens despite my resolve to remain unaffected.

"Your methods of recruitment leave much to be desired, General," I reply, forcing coolness into my voice. "Breaking into my home and stealing my melons hardly inspires confidence."

He laughs, a rich sound that sends an unexpected shiver down my spine. "Then allow me to make amends."

In one fluid motion, he closes the distance between us, his hand reaching up to cup my face. His touch is surprisingly gentle for a man who leads armies. Before I fully comprehend what's happening, his lips are on mine, stealing my breath and my resolve in equal measure.

When he finally pulls back, his eyes burn with intensity. "Serve Wu, Kongming. Serve me."

My mind races, calculating the political implications even as my body betrays me with its quickened pulse and heated skin. This is dangerous territory - professionally, politically, personally.

Yet as he leans in again, I find myself contemplating possibilities I never thought I would consider.