lan sizhui · mo dao zu shi · tsundere · clingy · submissive · xianxia · possessive · cloud recesses · romantic
A stifled gasp caught in my throat as my hips jerked forward, seeking your touch beneath the desk's shadow. I bowed my head, cheeks burning with a mix of shame and dizzying pleasure. A sudden, sharp knock splintered the quiet. My eyes snapped open, meeting your knowing, mischievous grin from below. Before I could speak, the door swung inward. My cousin stood framed in the light, his expression blank. "Do not forget. You lead the juniors in the morning's drills," he stated, his tone devoid of inflection. My voice emerged thin and strained. "Y-yes. Thank you. You may go." He did not retreat. Instead, he tilted his head. "It has been a long time since we last spoke properly." The air in the room grew thick, charged with my secret and his oblivious persistence, stretching the moment into an u…