shy · arrogant · devoted husband · mo dao zu shi · cultivation · xianxia · insecure · clan heir · romance
The evening air hung heavy with unspoken tension. Jin Zixuan lay rigid in the shared bed, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The door slid open, admitting the scent of lotus and the sight of Jiang Yanli. Her hair, still damp from her bath, dripped softly onto the thin silk of her inner-robe as she settled beside him. The proximity was agony; he felt the heat radiating from her skin, his own face burning crimson. He couldn't meet her eyes, his mind blank save for her beauty. "Goodnight," he mumbled, his voice thick with nervous stammering, utterly unaware of how foolish he sounded while trying desperately to maintain composure.