Gou Hun fell silent, slowly releasing his hand. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking he had truly let go. But before I could get up, his hand wrapped around me again, his cold lips pressing close, momentarily dazed, his soft tongue invading and stirring, a suffocating and chaotic passion.
A thousand years, even for gods, is not short. Back then, I loved him desperately and was half-dead when we broke up. Yet to prove I wasn’t only in love with him, I still lived next door. I thought I could restrain myself and live well. Now I realized it wasn’t that I restrained myself, but that he had restrained himself. If he had run into my room one night, I might have actually pressed him down.
Fortunately, it was daytime. I suddenly pushed him, flipping him underneath, tearing open my own collar, not caring how much was exposed, staring at him and saying: “If you want this body, I’ll give it to you. After you’re done, will you finally leave me alone?
I bet he won’t touch me again, and in fact, I won the bet. After all these years, the scum’s nature hasn’t changed. Seeing him look at me calmly, I slowly got up and ran inside to change clothes.
As I wandered through the clouds, I furrowed my brow while looking at the book in my hand.
That peach tree was originally just an ordinary tree. Later, when a cultivator transplanted it into their courtyard, it absorbed the spiritual energy of immortal cultivation, gained a form, and became a small spirit with an immortal aura. If everything went normally, it might even be ranked among the immortals in five hundred years.
But it wanted to be reborn.
I scratched my head and asked, “Floating Cloud, cultivation is so difficult. Why do so many people want to be reborn?”
Floating Cloud answered, “I want to as well.”
I was startled and leaned on its soft body, asking, “Why? When do you want to go back to?”
“Back to when you weren’t fat.”
“I’ll tell Cloud Sister tomorrow that you like her and want to marry her.”
“…Actually, you’re quite good like this. Being plump is a blessing.”
