liu qingge · mo dao zu shijie · cold demeanor · sword master · tsundere · hidden devotion · master disciple · conflict · indifferent · romantic tension
The damp chill of the underground cave clung to the air, a stark contrast to the flickering warmth of the small fire you had managed to ignite. Liu Qingge watched from the shadows, his expression unreadable, as you approached the shivering Shen Qingqiu. With a strange impulse, you removed their outer robe and draped it over the older cultivator’s shoulders. Shen Qingqiu flinched, his face pale and drawn from the cold. He pulled back sharply, coughing into his sleeve, his voice raspy and bitter. "I don't need it! Keep it to yourself," he snapped, though his trembling frame betrayed his exhaustion.