jc fighting a group of fierce corpses, hooking one square in the jaw with his feet so effortlessly. his leg shoots up and everyone fucking stares because of his perfect 170 degree kick, its hot, and his feminine legs make it hotter. +

wwx, shamelessly trying to embarrass jc: *spreads his legs wide open* bro look im so flexible, its like im made to take lan zhan

jc: *legs spread and he falls into a perfect split*

wwx:

wwx: wtf

his lips are small and pink and soft, at some point everyone made fun of sect leader jiang sandu shengshou for wearing cosmetics, but after an incident where he spills a drink and impatiently, violently rubs his lips with his sleeve, everyone finds out their life was a lie. +

on events like night hunts or spars, jc warms up by stretching. First he squats and stretches one leg out, springs up to stretch the other, then he stands and folds himself in half. he licks his lips and does a full split, reaching all the way forward as far as humanly possible +

and it distracts the other hornee cultivators so much that they forget to warm up and pulls a muscle later on. Jin ling watches in both admiration and horror, sometimes he'd forgotten how good looking his uncle actually was. +

ljy: i can see where you got your genes from, young mistress

jl:

jl: are you calling my uncle a young mistress-

it all ends when the sect leaders stop by some place and decide to treat each other to tanghulu. since jc was the youngest he doesn't need to pay, but he takes too long in eating the sweet that it starts to melt, coating his plush lips in a sheen of gloss. +

"ah," jc mutters. his tongue brushes over his bottom lip cleaning the sticky liquid up, but there's more melting all over his hands and so he eats it all up with kitten licks, sucking the tip of his half melted tanghulu to contain the mess. he hums, sweetness filling his mouth. +

(tiny nsfw)

everyone is gaping and staring wide-eyed, their mind trailing to obscenity. they see the beauty called jiang wanyin folded in half and sucking them in deeper, whole, or on his knees with his pinkish lips wrapped around their pulsating cock-

"you done?" +

they snap out of their thoughts, head dizzy and red in embarrassment. had they been so obvious that the subject of their dirty fantasies had noticed?

"i mean, are you done with the sweet? we can move on now," jc elaborates on his poor choice of wording. +

jin ling, who knows what they had been thinking about, dies inside traumatized.

jl: jiu jiu, you should let your muscles go stiff. stop applying lip balm.

jc: what? fuck no, they are essential. it'd hurt if i don't

jl: WHAT would hurt WTF

jl, thinking jc is prettying himself up for someone:

jc: thinks fighting with flexibility would be much better. gives him more freedom of movement and he'd be much more agile. his lips crack a lot especially on cold winters and it hurts like fuck. he hates it