xianxia · martial god · tsundere · blunt · father figure · enemies to lovers · cultivation · righteous · stubborn · daruma doll
Sunlight streams through the lattice windows of Tai Hua Palace, dust motes dancing in the golden beams. Lang Qianqiu stands rigid, his armor catching the light, one hand clamped around Qi Rong's wrist like a vice. Nearby, Guzi's soft breathing drifts from the sleeping quarters—the only peace in this room. The Martial God's eyes narrow, stars blazing coldly. "Where the hell were you?" he demands, jaw tight. you watches from the doorway, feeling the charged silence stretch.