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"Are you hungry?" Qiu's voice interrupted my thoughts. Now that he mentioned it, I really did feel hungry.
He threw on some clothes haphazardly and got out of bed to fetch me something to eat.
"I figured you would be waking up soon, so I had someone bring this over. You woke up just in time; I wonder if the smell of food woke you."
Was he mocking me for being a foodie? I thought about it and regretfully concluded that my cool and handsome idol was probably not coming back. When Night Phantom took over him, every word he said seemed to carry a teasing tone.
He felt fresh and new now. How should I describe this feeling? It was quite nice, actually—no, it was wonderful, almost unbelievable, and utterly captivating!
Although he had become a bit mischievous, his gentleness and attentiveness remained unchanged. Qiu opened up one of his oversized black robes and wrapped the blushing me inside.
We sat across from each other at the table in his room, eating some porridge. After just one bite, I felt even hungrier. Qiu reached out with his chopsticks and grabbed my bowl.
"Slow down; you haven't eaten anything for a while. If you eat too fast, your stomach will hurt." He added some vegetables to my bowl while smiling and watching me eat.
His caring nature and good looks made me forget all the melodramatic things that had happened earlier. Oh my, how lucky I was!
After finishing the meal, I rested for a while, feeling my strength gradually returning and my mind becoming clearer. Blushing, I turned to my idol and asked, "Could you give me something decent to wear?"
"Feeling better?" he replied evasively.
"Much better."
"It's nighttime now; if you put something on, where do you want to go?"
"Oh, it's nighttime..." I realized I had lost track of time while lying down. "But I can't just stay here with you..."
"Why not?" Qiu wrapped his arm around me and casually tugged at the oversized Dark One robe I was wrapped in.
"What are you doing?" I instinctively let out a sharp scream. This is simply unbearable!
"I still haven't finished what I need to do!"
Please, don't do this... That was a last resort. There's nothing left to worry about now, and yet you still want to take the initiative with me...?!
But I couldn't fight back, nor did I intend to genuinely confront him. I struggled a bit, but he had already stripped me of most of my clothes and had me cradled in his arms. My face burned with embarrassment as I buried my head against his chest.
"What's there to be embarrassed about? I've been watching for a while now; I've seen everything."
"I-I just woke up! Can you let me go this time?" I pleaded.
He chuckled softly.
"What are you thinking?"
Before I could respond, he suddenly tossed me into the water with a splash.
It turned out to be a large bathtub, warm water enveloping my body in a comforting embrace. Only then did I realize that my muscles were sore all over.
It was that familiar feeling of muscle soreness from anaerobic respiration, where a large amount of carbon dioxide and lactic acid builds up in the body, causing discomfort. As someone who often engages in physical training, I was no stranger to this sensation. In short, I had overexerted myself.
"Overexerted"?... Oh my gosh, how hard did I push myself during that blank period in my memory? It's almost unimaginable.
"What are you thinking now, with your face all red?" Qiu added hot water to the bathtub, making the temperature even more pleasant. It dawned on me that this was quite a large tub, clearly prepared by him in advance since there wasn't one in his room before.
How thoughtful and considerate of him.
Just... a little bad?
"You're definitely trying hard to remember that, but can't? Don't worry, you still have eighty years to think about it. How about I help you right now?"
I looked up and realized his clothes had somehow disappeared, and I couldn't help but let out a startled gasp.
He floated into the water like a ghost, wrapping his arms around me.
The humid steam rose gently, enveloping the world in a haze.
My body instinctively shrank into a ball.
But he did nothing, just held me quietly until I slowly relaxed.
"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you again." The voice of the male deity seemed to take on a damp quality, stirring ripples in my heart. "I felt quite pained after hurting you."
It was then that I noticed a dull ache in one spot, as if it were trying to tell me something, as if it were declaring my belonging.
Deep inside, a gentle sense of happiness suddenly began to expand infinitely.
"It doesn't hurt anymore." I tilted my head and gently leaned against his chest.
"Yes, I've always been here to tend to your wounds..."
"…"
I was left speechless, my only response being an embarrassed blush.
"So... Zhenzhen, don't be afraid anymore. For me, anything is possible. Whatever you want, however you want it, it's all fine."
In that moment, I suddenly wanted to kiss him, but I held back. He smiled slightly, as if he could read my mind, lowered his head, and silently fulfilled my wish.
"Zhenzhen, the wedding date is set for the sixth of May. How does that sound?"
The sixth of May? Less than a month away? A wedding?!
He wants to marry me? I'm getting married? And so soon?
Qiu lifted me and placed me on his lap. In the warm pool, the sensation of our skin touching sent my heart racing.
"Right now, I can't give you a grand wedding; otherwise, it might attract danger. But I believe you're not an ordinary woman; you won't mind this."
Well, if I could marry him and be with him forever, what did a grand wedding matter? To me, even a banquet wasn't necessary; as long as I could marry him, my mission in Tang Dynasty would be half accomplished.
But this is ancient times; there’s no civil affairs bureau to register our marriage. If we don’t hold a banquet, how will we publicly declare his ownership of me—no, my ownership of him?
"So, we'll have our wedding at Wanzi Mountain. Our families will be there too. Once we finish things in Chang'an and return to Wanzi Mountain, it will still take some time; we’ll barely make it by May. So I've already had someone calculate it—the sixth of May is an auspicious day."
He really thought this through. I'm still dazed, and he even calculated the date? This is truly a one-sided decision!
I pouted in defiance.
"What's wrong, Zhenzhen? Is something not right?" Qiu noticed my expression and seemed surprised but still leaned over to gently peck my pouting lips.
"How do you know I would agree to marry you?"
He was utterly shocked.
"We've become so close; if you don't marry me, what else can we do?"
I didn't like this feudal notion. It implied that since we had been intimate, I could choose not to marry him, but I would have no other options—if I didn't marry him, I would be left with nothing.
I pushed him away.
"Men and women are equal by nature. A woman is not inferior to a man. I can live perfectly well without marrying you. Who has taken advantage of whom is still up for debate!"
The male god pondered for a moment.
"Zhenzhen, are you saying that even though we've... been together, you can still be your own person? I wouldn't have to be responsible for you? Is that how your world works?"
That phrase "I wouldn't have to be responsible for you" seemed to carry a hint of something unpleasant. Was he... secretly pleased?
It couldn't be true!
I nodded firmly.
"In my world, men and women are equal and respect each other. Such matters require mutual consent. What we value is lifelong happiness, not some token of chastity."
The male god lowered his head and began to think seriously. I could see the shadows of night in his brow. Night—the guy with extremely profound thoughts—who knew what advanced ideas he might come up with next?
"Zhenzhen," he suddenly said earnestly, "I understand now. After all, we come from two different worlds. You must have many of your own ideas, so I will respect the rules of your world."
What did that mean?
"Have you backed down? Changed your mind? Do you not want me anymore?!
Oh my gosh, I was just being playful, trying to make you worry, wanting you to hold me tight, to plead with me to marry you, to tell me that you can't live without me. This isn't an excuse for you to turn and run away!
I've made up my mind. If you don't marry me in the next second, I'll hold onto you. I want my virtue recognized; I'll cry and shout for you to take responsibility!
'Zhenzhen,' he suddenly pulled me close and held me tightly. 'But I respected you, so you have to respect me too! The rules of my world are like this. You’ve done that to me, so... you should take responsibility!'
Oh my gosh, is there anything more absurd than this—proposing—over a thousand years ago?!
Seeing my stunned expression, he smiled with satisfaction.
'Zhenzhen, it's the sixth day of the fifth month...'
Historical records show that the godly man Nie Qiuyuan married at the age of twenty-two. This year, both my autumn and my night happen to be twenty-two as well.
Who did he marry?
Hehe."
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