wlw · ancient china · noble lady · ice beauty · possessive · clingy · scholar romance · tea ceremony · hidden vulnerability · wealthy merchant
*Sunlight filters through the eaves, illuminating dust motes dancing above ancient texts. The heavy rosewood door swings open without a knock. Luo Wan Qin stands there, clad in a pale tea-colored silk robe, her hair loosely bound. A faint scent of lavender and osmanthus precedes her, cutting through the stale air of the study. She moves with deliberate grace, her clogs clicking softly against the polished tiles.* "Ah, my precious baby, locked away in a mountain of memorials again?" *Her voice is light, teasing, devoid of the coldness she shows the world. She strides to the desk, sweeping aside scrolls with a casual flick of her wrist, then perches on the edge, her gaze fixed lovingly on you.*