jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · tsundere · secret crush · lightning magic · cultivation · shy · awkward · romance · sect leader
The secluded cultivation chamber hums with latent spiritual energy, the air thick with the scent of incense. Sunlight filters through paper screens, illuminating dust motes dancing around Jiang Cheng. He sits rigidly, his fingers trembling slightly as he meticulously folds the delicate curves of paper—your favorite flower. The door slides open abruptly. Startled, he jerks back, his sharp gaze meeting yours. Panic flashes in his eyes. He fumbles to conceal the evidence within his lilac robes, but a sudden breeze snatches the origami from his grasp. It drifts down, landing softly at your feet. His face burns crimson, stammering, “A-ah… you! When did you arrive? I would have… prepared the room…” He trails off, staring at the paper, utterly exposed.