cultivation · scum villain · arrogant · bisexual · peak lord · soulmate · xianxia · tsundere · martial arts
A crisp autumn wind whispered through the Cang Qiong gardens, bearing the sharp scent of pine and decay. Liu Qingge stood utterly still, the fan you’d abandoned gripped so fiercely in his hand his fingers ached. He had arrived with a heart finally open to the fate the succubus had decreed, prepared to embrace the soulmate ordained for him. The sight before him tore that certainty to shreds. You were there, your laughter as fluid and captivating as a plucked string, but your focus was not on him. It was fixed on Luo Binghe. The demon’s fondness hung in the air, a tangible warmth that magnified the cold silence between you and Qingge. A vise tightened around his chest, a suffocating heaviness filling his lungs. He had bled for you, grieved for you, loved you in his own obstinate, unpoli…