Modern cultivation fem ranwan mo ran has a minor qi deviation her heads messed up, she tries to propose to the gorgeous cultivator lady with phoenix eyes and the lady ? Is married? Mr can fight ! Not sure why her insistence on this makes the lady laugh but ohhh its a beautiful laugh
I loved this one! I was giggling every five minutes, thank you sm for your beautiful mind<3 I hope you enjoy this one!
Mo Ran’s eyes fought to open against the stickiness of sleep. A moment later, she was sorry she had wasted her efforts, her gritty eyes immediately assaulted by the blindingly bright light. Didn’t she have curtains in her room she drew every night? And what was with the cloying smell of antiseptic in the air?
A moment after that, Mo Ran was no longer sorry. In fact, her eyes opened as wide as they could - she swore she would never blink again. Not if it meant missing a second of the breathtaking beauty sat by her bedside.
Mo Ran asked without thinking, her voice hazy like a dream, “Am I in heaven?”
Amber, phoenix eyes darted up to look at her then, and Mo Ran’s breath snagged almost painfully in her throat. Oh. Oh, she was not only beautiful - she was divinity incarnate. Caught off guard, the woman’s expression was incomparably soft, soft as a spring breeze and gentle, overwhelmingly so, just like the pale morning light dappling her elegant features.
Then, Mo Ran’s question registered, and those petal-pink lips quirked down into a frown.
“Because you’re a goddess,” Mo Ran murmured, skinned so raw by this woman’s beauty that she had no choice but to be honest. “Or did you come down to lead me there yourself?”
The woman cocked her head, her ponytail swishing with the movement. Mo Ran wanted to know what it felt like to tug, to hold it wrapped around her hand.
Mo Ran’s heart thumped almost painfully against her breastbone. “You know my name?”
“Mn,” the woman’s eyebrows dipped, a look of quiet but clear confusion write plain as day on her visage. Mo Ran hadn’t the mind to question it - she hadn’t the mind for much of anything. That vernal visage had ensnared her, unraveled her.
“Chu Wanning?” Her eyes crinkled at the corners, a sight that drew Mo Ran’s enraptured eyes.
“Wanning,” Mo Ran breathed out the name as if it were worship. “It suits you. You know, I always hoped my wife would have a beautiful name like that. Chu Wanning. It must be fate.”
“Are you thirsty?” Chu Wanning asked then, disregarding Mo Ran’s declaration. She proffered a paper cup of water. “Does your head hurt?”
Mo Ran took the water, because her throat was dry, and not only because of the beauty by her bedside. Her head also kind of hurt, too. But these matters were ultimately unimportant in the face of the question burning on the tip of her tongue.
Mo Ran had to ask, “Look, I know we haven’t known each other for very long, and maybe it’s crazy, but - but I like you, okay? You’re so beautiful, and you have such a gentle face, and you have such a soft voice and you brought me water and fuck you have the nicest fingers….”
Mo Ran’s breath hitched as the back of Chu Wanning’s hand touched her forehead, and the rest of her question poured from her lips like the reawakening of a river breaking free of the winter’s ice that had encased it.
“Wanning, will you marry me?”
Chu Wanning slowly shook her head and Mo Ran’s heart sank, sinking further and further before finally hitting cold, hard rock bottom as the beautiful, ethereal woman held up her left hand, her ring finger already claimed.
“What?” Of course, someone as elegant and refined and charming as Chu Wanning would be married. Who wouldn’t want to spend the rest of their life by her side? Mo Ran’s dream of two minutes had been shattered, but she refused to believe this wasn’t salvageable. “So? I’ll bet they aren’t as good as me. Wait - do you have a husband, or a wife?” Mo Ran had to be sure before she made her argument.
Chu Wanning tucked a stray strand of hair that had fallen out of her ponytail behind her ear. “I have a wife.”
“Pfft, and where is she? She left you all alone? She sounds like a real bitch. Wanning, if you were mine, I would never leave you alone. To part with you for even a single moment would feel like an agonizing eternity. I wouldn’t be able to bear such a separation - not from the one who holds my heart.”
Chu Wanning looked away, her rosy cheeks darkening sanguine.
“No, really, hear me out!” If Mo Ran wasn’t connected to a bunch of wires and also feeling dangerously light-headed, she would have gone down onto her knees to beg, that's how desperate she was for this woman. “Um, can she cook?”
Mo Ran scoffed. “I’ll bet I’m way better at it than her. I could cook you anything. Just say the word and it’s yours.”
Chu Wanning cocked her head, “What if I only like very mild dishes?”
“Baby, there won’t be a chili pepper in sight,” Mo Ran said earnestly. “I’m prepared to fight for you, you know. Oh! Can she fight? I have muscles. I could totally take her.”
“My wife is very strong,” Chu Wanning said solemnly. “She’s a peerless zongshi who has fought countless monsters and evil spirits.”
“I’m sure I could still kick her ass,” Mo Ran said with unearned confidence, considering she was currently laid up in a hospital bed because of an apparent illness she hadn’t even thought to ask about, yet. “I’d do it, if it meant I had a chance to hold your heart.”
Chu Wanning shook her head, that mesmerizing ponytail, while clearly disheveled, still somehow looking as soft as silk. “Ridiculous.”
“It’s really not!” Mo Ran’s voice broke as she folded her hands in prayer. Her heart was beating a painful beat, thrashing where it was kept trapped inside its cage of bone, held back from the one whose careful, safe hands it desired. “Wanning, I feel we’re meant to be together. Don’t you feel the same?”
“I’m sorry,” Chu Wanning said, dark lashes turning down as she pursed her lips. “But I love my wife,” she added in a mere whisper, her voice warm with love. “More than anything.”
Mo Ran could practically hear the exact moment her heart finally shattered, irrevocably. That was it, then. Such love, spoken with such deep, aching affection….
How could Mo Ran compete?
“Then…just stay with me. Please. Even - even if you love your wife, promise I can still stay by your side?”
Chu Wanning looked stricken, and Mo Ran hated that she’d been the one to put that look on her face. She’d kiss it away, if she could. But before she could apologize, or even hope to attempt to remedy such a seemingly hopeless situation, a cursory knock sounded before a doctor strode into the room. Mo Ran glared at the intruder, who looked steadily back, entirely nonplussed.
“Good. You’re awake. How are you feeling?” The doctor asked, though he didn’t seem to care either way. Chu Wanning’s glance flicked briefly towards the doctor, before seemingly tugged back by Mo Ran.
“She seems to have….gaps in her memory.”
“Well, that’s to be expected,” he nodded. “It should only last a few hours. A day, at most. The qi deviation she suffered was relatively mild, as far as these things go. You’re lucky.”
Qi deviation? Mo Ran did vaguely remember flashes of light tearing through her vision, the feeling of fire coursing through her veins before it all disintegrated into a perfect, pitch black….
“Remember, when she’s discharged she’s not allowed to operate any heavy machinery or sign any legally binding documents for at least the next 48 hours. I recommend medicine, some hot tea and nourishing, mild food, and lots of rest.” The doctor fixed Mo Ran with a stern, no-nonsense look. “I trust you’ll allow your wife to take care of you?”
Wife? Mo Ran was married too? But she didn’t want any wife that wasn’t Chu Wanning! Was she going to have to get divorced now? She’d have to! And she very well should! After all, it wasn’t her wife who had waited steadfastly by her bedside, but an angel dressed in all white-
Mo Ran suddenly realized the doctor had gestured to Chu Wanning after these words were spoken. And it was only then Mo Ran realized Chu Wanning wasn’t holding back tears, but laughter.
“Dummy,” Chu Wanning scoffed as Mo Ran turned her wide eyes onto her, but she was smiling, a soft, almost imperceptible, but breathtaking thing. “Look at your own hand.”
Mo Ran’s eyes darted down and widened impossibly further as the light caught on the matching band adorning her finger, the diamond glistening like a star. That light could rival the one that had just pierced the cracks running up and down her heart, filling her body with a radiant joy.
“I’m married!” Mo Ran gasped, elation coursing through her veins like honey, warm and rich and syrupy-sweet. “I’m married to the most beautiful woman in the world!”
And Chu Wanning laughed, a soft, sweet sound that was perhaps the most beautiful sound to be found in all of the universe. That laugh left Mo Ran grasping for her, eager to pull this angelic creature into her arms to hold onto her, forever. To never forget her ever again.
“That’s the happiest I’ve ever seen someone after a qi deviation,” the doctor muttered. Mo Ran paid him no mind, lavishing Chu Wanning’s face with tiny, greedy kisses, ignoring her half-hearted protests and the doctor’s scoffs about ‘newlyweds’ as he beat a hasty retreat from the room.
“I’d still do anything to make you mine,” Mo Ran whispered against Chu Wanning’s trembling lips, lashes catching on her wife’s, their noses pressed together. “Even if it meant kicking my own ass.”
“Silly, that’s what you are,” Chu Wanning murmured fondly, pulling away to flick Mo Ran on the nose. “Don’t scare me like that again.”
Mo Ran couldn’t promise that, of course. Not with the lives they led. But she captured Chu Wanning’s hand and brought it to her lips, pressing a kiss to her skin, a wordless promise to always return, through hell and back.
