Fengqing Oneshots !
Literally the title :D
A ghost king dead thrice, clad in crimson. A god ascended thrice, donning white. Two old souls bound to one another Lie beside each other at night. When they wake in the morning, they hold The most precious thing to their soul. Whole worlds they would cross To keep the other from being lost. For they have felt the num...
He had already undone the bindings of Hua Cheng's pants and pulled it down, trailing fluttering kisses downwards from his chest and reaching his abdomen, taking his sweet time to tease. Hua Cheng managed to bite back a groan, his hands locked themselves in Xie Lian's hair. Xie Lian did not budge, occasionally biting a...