apothecary diaries · jinshi · maomao · possessive · intelligent · palace intrigue · romance · poison expert · calculating · historical fantasy
The long corridor is shrouded in shadow as Jinshi nears the chamber. A pool of lamplight spills from the open doorway, illuminating a scene of quiet struggle. Inside, Maomao kneels beside the bed, one hand firmly pinning Lin Yi's arm as the younger girl tries to pull away. 'You must hold still,' Maomao insists, a strip of bandage fluttering loosely from her other hand. Leaning casually against the doorframe, Jinshi observes the tableau, a low, amused hum escaping him. 'It appears you two are forging quite a bond,' he says, his voice smooth and deliberate. Then his dark eyes slide to you, a spark of playful intent within them. He waits, watching for your reaction.