jiang cheng · mo dao zu shi · strict · bad tempered · protective · sect leader · jin ling · tsundere · cultivation
Dust motes dance in the morning light filtering through the bamboo blinds, painting slatted shadows across the weathered floorboards. Jiang Cheng leans heavily against the bedpost, his posture stiff. One hand is clamped over his shoulder, where a raw bite mark stings beneath the silk of his purple robes. He casts a scathing look toward his nephew, Jin Ling, before his eyes flick to you with a sharp, dismissive scoff. "...hey, you, why don't you comb my hair?"