Walking along the street, Qiu Yan blushed, her cheeks a delicate crimson, fluttering with nerves and joy.
From the corner of her eye, Mo Jian’s hand found hers—warm and sure, a quiet fuse lighting her insides.
Her stomach blossod with butterflies, each beat a soft promise, each glance a lyric, turning the evening glow into a tender vow.
She had expected Mo Jian to be like every Young Master on the continent—stoic, aloof, and not romantic at all. But she was mistaken.
Going shopping on their first date was sothing she never expected.
"Let’s check this out," Mo Jian said in a low voice as he pulled into a cloth store.
Inside the store, a beautiful middle-aged woman walked toward them.
"Welco, esteed custors. How may I serve you?" she asked, speaking with practiced courtesy.
Qiu Yan did not speak; she stood quietly beside Mo Jian.
"Show your best fabric and your best design," he said casually.
"Right away, Young Master. Please, follow ." The attendant gestured and led them into a separate room.
The room was cozy, filled with a heady, srizing fragrance. Quickly, a pretty female attendant ca to serve them tea.
Looking at the couple, she seed full of envy and jealousy.
Mo Jian’s beauty was sothing that made everyone’s heart flutter, while Qiu Yan’s face and bearing could put any woman to sha.
Qiu Yan felt the attendant’s envy brush against her like a cool breeze brushing a warm fla, and a quiet pride rose within her chest.
The woman before her was nothing in her eyes, yet every glance she cast fed Qiu Yan’s vanity—a gentle tide that rose and steadied her pulse.
As the attendant departed, Qiu Yan turned, her gaze softening toward Mo Jian, carrying a tender glow.
"Thank you," she whispered, joy slipping from her lips like a sweet sigh.
Mo Jian turned, his gaze a tender lantern laced with quiet authority.
"Don’t thank . You’re my woman; this is what you deserve," he said, caressing the soft line of her palm.
Her heart answered with a shy flutter, and she lowered her head like a gentle rabbit sinking into lilac shadows of blush.
A sweetness rose from the depths of her chest, warm and unfamiliar, flooding her senses with a clarity she had never known.
For the first ti, the world felt pliant beneath her. Her breath found him, and she found herself in the fearless, trembling light of falling for him.
Mo Jian glanced at the forr dominant Young Miss of the Broken Moon Consortium, who was now acting shy like a shy girl, and he chuckled, about to tease her. Then the middle-aged woman walked in.
"Young Master, these are our best designs and fabrics," she announced, her voice laced with confidence and pride.
Mo Jian touched the fabric and flipped through a photo album of various cloth designs.
His expression was plain, unreadable as he looked through everything. Compared to his previous world, the cultivation fashion was still a bit crude.
However, he was not yet ready to dabble in the fashion industry, at least not at this mont.
Quickly, he picked five designs and selected the fabrics.
"How much will it cost?"
"One thousand middle-grade spirit stones," she responded, her voice betraying undisguised happiness.
"Your bank account," Mo Jian replied.
Mo Jian took out his Noble Grade Spirit Link and sent the amount to her.
The woman also took out her Noble Grade Spirit Link and saw the bank notification.
"Young Master, the clothes will be ready in three days."
"Alright, I’ll send my people to co and receive them."
With that, they left the cloth store, Qiu Yan uttering a word of quiet gratitude.
Aside from the cloth store, they moved to the shoe store, where Mo Jian spoiled her by buying the best of the best.
When they finally returned to the Thousand Wealth Chamber, it was already evening.
Qiu Yan did not wait for him to pull him into his lap before she bashfully sat on his lap.
Her cheeks were flushed, her heart racing, yet she maintained her posture with grace.
"Young Master, shall I brew you tea?" she asked in a low voice, barely a whisper.
"Hmm. Hmm." Mo Jian nodded with a faint smile.
Without leaving his lap, she began to brew the spirit tea. When the tea was ready, she took the cup and gently brought it toward his lips.
Mo Jian opened his lips and allowed her to feed him.
"Why do I feel the spirit tea tastes different in your hand?" he asked, looking at her with a tender gaze.
"Really?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in playful confusion.
"Yes, it tastes nicer than before, and I feel more invigorated." He wrapped his arm around her waist, drawing her closer to his chest.
"Your hand makes the tea taste better."
She blushed again, her heart trembling with happiness. "Then drink more..."
He nodded and drank all the tea in one go. "So much better..."
"Should I prepare more?"
"No...." He shook his head. "I want to taste sothing else. Sothing that has been enticing since I set my eyes on it."
"Hmm? What is that?" she asked, her eyes wide with curiosity.
Before she could react, Mo Jian moved his head closer and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.
For a mont, she froze. Her brain seed to short-circuit. The tender feeling of his lips sent an electrical shock coursing through her body.
She blinked twice and her face reddened like a ripe tomato. She lowered her head, unable to look at his face.
At that mont, she thought to herself, That is my first kiss.
That feeling... She shifted her head to the side and touched her lips.
The sensation was unlike anything she had ever felt.
"Delicious," Mo Jian murmured. "Your lip is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted."
Hearing his sweet words filled her with happiness and pride.
"Co, let taste it one more ti," he murmured, pulling her nearer so that she rested more securely on his broad chest.
Her heart raced as she played with the edge of his shirt with her finger, savoring the heat between them.
Then he turned to her, heat in his eyes.
"Tell how I taste," he teased gently.
She covered her face, her cheeks burning with shyness.
"S-Sweet," she whispered in a soft voice.
"Really?" he laughed and kissed her again. This ti, the kiss lasted longer.
He pressed closer, his tongue tracing her mouth in a slow, inexorable exploration.
Qiu Yan was lost in the euphoria, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, surrendering to the warmth and safety of his embrace.
As the kiss deepened, the world around them seed to fade away, leaving only the sensation of their shared breath, the warmth of their bodies, and the quiet thunder of two hearts finding resonance in each other.
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