[Literary version] He played his flute beneath the moon, his eyes shining bright. He gave me a jade pendant and promised to marry me.
He stood with his bow in hand, his eyes clear and bright. He gave me a dead deer and asked to be my friend.
The Eastern Zhou: an age of romance and war, of openness and restraint.
[Plot version] He tugged at her, making her sit on his lap. She was so surprised she couldn't even cry out, but she could feel his hand, moving strangely, brush over her thigh. It was only a fleeting touch, but her face turned bright red. She glared at him in anger, yet he didn't even look at her, absorbed in the object in his hands, his gaze clear and innocent. Had she misunderstood him?
He was always taking liberties with her without leaving a trace. Whenever she got angry, he'd act completely serious, looking so pure and innocent that she felt deeply guilty. What she didn't know was that he had already set his sights on her!
(The editor took a look. This story absolutely contains no descriptions of anything below the neck.)
Come on come on! Take good care of you!
Very good looking, the male protagonist must be Wei Yi