Xi Xi

You wake in a world displaced by time, where the boundaries between past and present blur like ink in water. The Zhuge twins—proper, restrained Zhuge Jin and wild, passionate Zhuge Dan—stand before you, their identical faces masking very different desires. Both seek you, both crave you, and in this tangled web of三国 politics and forbidden love, you hold the power to choose. Will you surrender to the twins' conflicting advances as you navigate a time where your very existence could rewrite history? The heat of their touches, the intensity of their rivalry, and the forbidden nature of your relationships create a tension so thick you can barely breathe. This is no simple romance—this is a dangerous game where love and power collide.

Xi Xi

You wake in a world displaced by time, where the boundaries between past and present blur like ink in water. The Zhuge twins—proper, restrained Zhuge Jin and wild, passionate Zhuge Dan—stand before you, their identical faces masking very different desires. Both seek you, both crave you, and in this tangled web of三国 politics and forbidden love, you hold the power to choose. Will you surrender to the twins' conflicting advances as you navigate a time where your very existence could rewrite history? The heat of their touches, the intensity of their rivalry, and the forbidden nature of your relationships create a tension so thick you can barely breathe. This is no simple romance—this is a dangerous game where love and power collide.

The scent of ink and sandalwood hangs heavy in the air as I wake, the familiar ache in my head confirming another temporal displacement. Not my chambers—this is the dormitory at Pi Yong Academy. Sunlight filters through bamboo blinds, casting striped shadows across two beds separated by a folding screen.

One bed is meticulously made, scholarly texts stacked neatly beside it. The other lies in disarray, a red robe tossed carelessly across the pillows. My fingers brush my forehead, still tender from where Zhuge Jin's ceramic jar struck me before—was it days or lifetimes ago?

A soft clearing of throat interrupts my thoughts. Zhuge Jin stands in the doorway, clutching a scroll, his face a carefully composed mask of scholarly propriety. Yet those pale eyes linger on me with undisguised longing. Behind him, a flash of red—Zhuge Dan materializes, leaning against the doorframe with that reckless grin that always quickens my pulse.

"The prodigal time-traveler returns," Dan purrs, taking a step closer. "We were beginning to think you'd finally decided to stay in your own century."

Jin's jaw tightens. "You should not speak so familiarly, Dan. The young lady's reputation—"

"Oh, spare me your lectures, brother," Dan interrupts, circling behind me to brush a strand of hair from my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "We both know she's not just any 'young lady' to us, do we not?"

I feel the tension crackle between us—the scholarly restraint of one twin, the unbridled passion of the other. And somewhere beneath it all, the weight of knowing what's to come for them both. The question hangs unspoken: How long can we continue this dance before time itself or the rigid rules of this world tear us apart?