Protect Our Tragic, Handsome Master

[★The entire story is being carefully revised, and the plot is changing considerably. It may be confusing, so we recommend waiting before reading.★] [Please read the guide below before you begin.↓] During the battle against the demons, Jiang Ci, master of the Xuan Kong Sword, destroyed his spiritual meridians, lost the use of both legs, and went blind. He became a forgotten cripple, living in seclusion on Qingzhu Peak. The sect leader wanted to find Jiang Ci a disciple. They didn't need to be exceptionally gifted or devoted to the Dao; they just had to bring Jiang Ci tea and water every day, apply his medicine, and tend his injuries. Yan Hui thought it sounded tedious and spared a second of silence for the poor soul who'd get stuck with the job. The sect leader found her with a cheerful smile. Oh, so she was that poor soul. Yan Hui decided to put up with it for now, since her master was so cool and handsome. Everyone said Jiang Ci had taken on a wonderful disciple. She honored and respected her master, was sweet and filial, and never caused any trouble. Every day, she personally brewed his medicine and brought it to his bedside. It was true that she never caused trouble, Jiang Ci admitted. But Yan Hui had nothing to do with honoring or respecting her master. Only he knew that the disciple who seemed so obedient in public was in fact defiant, arrogant, and utterly unrestrained. At night, when no one could see, she would cover his injured eyes with her warm hand and kiss his thin lips. A disgraceful disciple, plain and simple. [★Reader's Guide★] 1. The male lead is frail at first, and the female lead protects him. He recovers later. 2. One-on-one romance, both leads are sexually inexperienced. Not a female-dominant or gender-bender story, but the female lead takes the initiative and leads the relationship. 3. ★★★Everyday romance takes up a large portion of the story, while the plot becomes quite light in the middle and later sections.★★★ This is written to indulge my personal preferences. I'm a very, very, very amateur author with no grand ambitions. I recommend buying one chapter at a time. If it's not to your taste, please stop reading. Please don't tell me you're dropping it! 4. The extras include male pregnancy. Here's an upcoming gender-bender story, After Becoming a Puppet Xie Liujing, disciple of the Perfected Master Qianming of Taixu Lingque, is widely recognized as a once-in-a-generation genius in the cultivation world. His bearing is dignified and refined, his status beyond compare. No one knows that ever since he returned to the sect wounded, he's been plagued by nightmares every night. In his long, strange dreams, he's always trapped in a pitch-black chamber, restrained and forced to endure every kind of intimate torment. After waking, Xie Liujing would turn cold and dismiss every servant who got in his way, keeping only the puppet who had always stayed by his side. The puppet was stiff and unfeeling, like an exquisite but useless statue. She couldn't even speak up to comfort him. In life, she had been a source of disaster and sin, the woman he secretly loved but feared desecrating with his thoughts. After her death, Senior Brother Xie, the most obedient and upright disciple of Taixu Lingque, defied his master's orders and ignored every rule. In a mass grave strewn with rotting flesh, he dug until his fingers were mangled, then brought her body back. He made her into a puppet and kept her by his side. On the day the new junior sister gave him a scented sachet, spring was nearly over and the last snow on the peak was melting. From across the courtyard, Xie Liujing saw his puppet. Her eyes were ink-black, and her usually blank face wore a faint, enigmatic smile. That night, the humiliation in his dreams intensified. In the depths of exhausted, hazy confusion, Xie Liujing broke out in a cold sweat, pulled out a dagger, and pressed it against the other person's neck. Then he saw her face clearly. In the bright moonlight, the puppet lowered her eyes, her lips a vivid red. The moment their gazes met, he dropped all defenses and fell apart. Theme: Meet life with a positive outlook