When the Moon Rises at Dusk

The first time they met, Shan Chenmu told Shui Yingyue to call him Uncle.

Later, tired of hearing it, he said bluntly, "What kind of uncle am I to you, anyway?"

Shui Yingyue could only ask, "Then please enlighten me, Uncle. What should I call you?"

Shan Chenmu was so exasperated he had no words. He should have known that this girl, who looked like a delicate flower, was really a resilient weed, with a needle hidden in her velvet softness, always ready to prick him.

Some time later, Shui Yingyue got a boyfriend and introduced him to Shan Chenmu. "This is my boyfriend, and this is my uncle."

Shan Chenmu leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Does your boyfriend know you secretly kissed me?"

Shui Yingyue froze. She thought she'd hidden it well, but he knew after all.

Later, Shan Chenmu went completely wild, wrapping an arm around her waist and refusing to let go. "You were the one who seduced me first. You have to take responsibility."

Shui Yingyue sighed helplessly. "What am I supposed to take responsibility for?"

Shan Chenmu's voice was low and cool. "You climbed into my bed, kissed me, and left me all worked up. Now you're turning around and pretending nothing happened. Nothing in this world comes that cheap."

Shui Yingyue stubbornly argued, "That was ages ago. Besides..."

Before she could finish, Shan Chenmu pulled her against him and kissed her hard. The longer it went on, the hotter the fire burning in his body and soul grew. Whenever he remembered that kiss, the heat became unbearable.

His voice was hoarse as he said, "You lit the fire. You're responsible for putting it out."

When an old house catches fire, the flames only grow stronger.

P.S. Both are inexperienced; the man is eight years older, and they are not related by blood.

Theme: Rely on yourself, not on heaven or anyone else.