Apr 23
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“I will visit the cold spring,” he says, with grave and impeccable courtesy. “Furen, if you would excuse me.”
Jiang Yanli takes him in: the haunted look in his eyes, the pinched line of his mouth, the obstinate set of his chin. And beneath it all, the simmering fires of his arousal, bright and unquenchable as her own.
Heart hammering, she places her hands to the ties of her robes.
See also: Jiang Yanli attempts to make the best of her arranged marriage to Lan Wangji.
