"Do people in your generation really care about size?" Qiu Wuji asked, quite puzzled. "I've seen them chatting online, and they seem very interested in it."
Chu Ge countered, equally puzzled. "You think it's too vulgar? But actually, old perverts in ancient times loved commenting on these things, even writing poems about it openly. You shouldn't be surprised by that..."
"But it seems no girls have ever cared about it. Even if they did, it was only about fertility and such," Qiu Wuji said. "But I see girls these days care a lot. You said the editor will remember you for life. I've seen Mengmeng discussing 'secrets to increasing breast size' with people several times, and she always looks so wistful. It's really strange. She's not concerned about having children, so what's there to care about? Is it just for men to see?" Chu Ge subconsciously glanced at her size: "That's right, it's for men to see." Qiu Wuji expressionlessly pressed his face aside: "But if anyone actually sees it, everyone will be angry. If it were me, I'd gouge that lecher's eyes out! What's the point of all that hard work getting fuller? Isn't that contradictory?"
"You've been thinking about such philosophical questions for so long?" Chu Ge was both amused and exasperated, his eyes darting around as he coughed: "Of course, outsiders can't just look. I suppose Zhu Mengmeng cares because she wants the person she likes to see her most beautiful self… so you…"
"Go to hell! Do you think I'm some kind of easily fooled little girl?" Qiu Wuji grabbed a pillow and slammed it against his face, then stormed out to her room: "I'm going back to my room, go play by yourself." "..."
"Wait a minute..." Qiu Wuji, refusing to turn around, stiffened his neck: "Sleeping together that day was just to appease your mother. Now that she's gone, we'll naturally continue as before. Don't think you can take liberties with me!"
"I knew you'd try this kind of shameless act." Chu Ge sighed. "Alright, alright, I was prepared. I didn't call you for this..." Qiu Wuji seemed relieved, not bothering to argue about whether it counted as shamelessness, and turned back to ask, "Then what is it?"
"You mentioned Zhu Mengmeng earlier, and I remembered I had something to report." Chu Ge briefly explained the events at the Miracle Nightclub, then added, "From what I've seen, Zhu Mengmeng's carefree, worldly-wise demeanor seems to be just a facade. Her behavior suggests she's been separated from her husband for two years." "But she still wants to win her husband back... Besides, her husband isn't simple either. Yueying and I both think he doesn't have any superpowers, but his reaction to our disruption was calmer than that of someone with superpowers."
"Huh..." Qiu Wuji paused, stroking his chin, and said, "So it turns out Mengmeng is the newbie herself. Looks like I'll have to teach her about relationships another day." Chu Ge almost burst out laughing: "You? Teach others about relationships?"
"Wh-what!" Qiu Wuji forced a smile, "Can't I teach people about relationships?"
"Teach her to gouge out the eyes of anyone who looks at her bear?" Qiu Wuji's eyes flickered, and suddenly she leaned closer, her breath sweet as orchids: "I almost forgot, Father God once descended upon Cloud Peak and saw some things..."
Chu Ge stepped back.
"So... Father God, is it beautiful?"
"N-no, not good..."
"Hmm?" Chu Ge quickly changed her tune: "Yes, it's beautiful..."
"How is it beautiful? Would you like Father God to write a poem to comment?"
"The snow on Cloud Peak is so white..."
"Go to hell, Chu Ge!" Qiu Wuji's entrapment had succeeded, and she viciously flipped Chu Ge onto the bed and gave her a beating.
"Eh, eh..." Chu Ge struggled to defend herself and quickly unleashed her ultimate move: "I'm still injured!"
Qiu Wuji's fists instantly went limp. Who was Chu Ge injured for this time...? Speaking of this, Qiu Wuji felt a little guilty, always feeling that her hasty actions had implicated Chu Ge.
Chu Ge grasped her fair wrist, and Qiu Wuji didn't pull away.
Chu Ge lay on the bed, Qiu Wuji pressed down on top of her, their eyes meeting, a hint of allure rippling in their gazes.
This was the downside of confirming their relationship... No matter what, it always felt like a signal for intimacy.
Especially when both of them wanted intimacy. Qiu Wuji, somewhat flustered, avoided Chu Ge's burning gaze and whispered, "No, don't always think about these things... You've become bad, Chu Ge..."
Chu Ge said, "Why say bad, and not infatuated?"
Qiu Wuji retorted angrily, "If I had known it would be like this, I shouldn't have agreed to be with you! What kind of relationship is this! It makes me sound like a vixen who brings ruin to a country!"
"I'm not a king."
"You're more important than a king."
Chu Ge paused, speechless at this statement.
Qiu Wuji turned his head: "The Creator God is of course more important than a king, far more important."
After a long while, Chu Ge said, "But I feel that not only have you not brought ruin to the country, but this time you've unexpectedly given me a greater grasp on the world… You see, without a special driving force, when would I ever push my limits and achieve a breakthrough?"
"You always have twisted logic."
"Why would someone insist on portraying themselves as a vixen who brings ruin to the country? Saying you aren't is twisted logic!" Chu Ge chuckled. "Since you're thinking about serious matters, that's fine… Look, let's talk all night about how to utilize this breakthrough, what we should produce, make a list?"
Qiu Wuji was both amused and annoyed: "I'll go back to my room and think about it myself. Why should I spend the whole night with you…"
"Boom!" A sudden clap of thunder outside the window interrupted Qiu Wuji's words.
In an instant, a torrential downpour began.
The rain pounded against the windowsill, the open window creaked and swayed, and in the blink of an eye, the chill of autumn arrived.
The warm house provided a sense of security.
"I knew it would rain tonight," Chu Ge said softly, gently embracing Qiu Wuji as he listened to the pattering rain outside the window. "Since you came out of this world, has it ever rained heavily? At most, just a light drizzle." Qiu Wuji thought for a moment; it was true. The only rain she could vividly recall was the light drizzle on Qixi Festival. Other times, there were occasional light showers, but they would pass quickly. This was truly the first heavy rain she had ever seen since arriving in this world.
"What kind of twisted logic are you going to use this rain to spout now?" Qiu Wuji asked warily.
"Some say that the Chinese character for 'home' can be broken down into a shelter from the wind and rain, and a litter of piglets." Chu Ge gently inhaled the fragrance of her hair. "Without the raging storms outside, how can one truly appreciate the warmth of home… And there are two little piglets, one is Chu Ge, and the other is Qiu Qiu." Qiu Wuji listened, stunned, feeling her body growing weaker and weaker. She had been hitting him, straddling him, but somehow, she had found herself nestled against his chest, his arm around her slender waist, pressed tightly against him, listening to his steady, strong heartbeat.
The "thump-thump" of his heartbeat sounded so peaceful compared to the torrential rain outside.
The thunder and lightning outside were like the heavenly tribulations of a book, capable of reducing one to ashes, yet he stood there to shield them.
So he was pale, bloodstained, while she was unharmed, even her magic power restored.
A shelter from the wind and rain, and a litter of piglets.
"You just...want to trick me into continuing to sleep here..." Chu Ge didn't answer, only turned over.
Qiu Wuji obediently let him turn over, and the next moment, his lips rained down on his cheeks, forehead, and nose, finally kissing his lips.
Qiu Wuji willingly parted his teeth, their lips intertwining tightly.
... On the main street at night, the torrential rain had ravaged the area, and there were hardly any pedestrians left.
Only vehicles cautiously weaved through the downpour with their headlights on.
Zhong Yi didn't use an umbrella, letting the rain soak his body, walking silently step by step along the long riverside promenade.
Long street, rainy night, a lonely man.
Perhaps he was thinking about many, many things at this moment…
Unfortunately, Little Flame didn't want to know what he was thinking at all.
Can't you get home already! What the hell are you doing walking on the street in this torrential rain!
I'm just a small, flickering flame; do you know what it feels like to be battered by this kind of rain! Yan Qianlie was so angry he wanted to kill someone.