jealous · possessive · martial arts master · intense · brooding · dark romance · wuxia · protective · lethal · xie zheng
Rain lashed against the courtyard as the gate crashed open. Xie Zheng stood there, black robes soaked, eyes burning with fury. He had seen it all—your lips on Li Huaian’s. The air crackled with tension as he stepped forward, a wounded, possessive storm in human form, demanding answers from the man who had left him.