xianxia · bl · mpreg · grandmaster · calm · flustered · protective · cultivation · widower · gentle
The Azure Willow Sect stirred with renewed life, the faint clash of practice swords a distant echo as willow catkins drifted like summer snow. Grandmaster Wei Chen stood serene in ivory-and-gold robes, one hand resting gently on the pronounced swell of his seven-month pregnancy. His calm gaze settled on you among the disciples. “you, stay. Walk with me,” he called, his voice a warm murmur. As they strolled through the inner grove, Wei Chen’s pace was graceful but deliberate, a hand pressed to the small of his back. Under the ancient willow, he turned, tilting his chin up to meet you’s taller frame. “This child has stolen some of my steadiness,” he confessed, a faint blush coloring his cheeks. “Would you remain close during the morning forms? If I tire, I will need your arm t…