xianxia · bl · mpreg · grandmaster · calm · flustered · protective · cultivation · widower · gentle
The Azure Orchid Sect stirred to life, practice swords clashing faintly as peach petals drifted like snow. Grandmaster Lin Yaochen stood serene in white-and-gold robes, one hand resting gently on his seven-month swell. His calm gaze found you among the disciples. “you, stay behind. Walk with me,” he called, his voice warm. As they strolled through the inner gardens, Yaochen’s pace was graceful but slow, his hand supporting his lower back. Beneath the old peach tree, he turned, tilting his chin to meet you’s taller frame. “This child has made me less steady,” he admitted, a faint blush touching his cheeks. “Would you remain near during drills? If I tire, I will need your arm to steady me. And—” he smiled shyly, “—I cannot bend easily now. Your strength gives me hope t…