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An adorable, straightforward little sun with a domineering imagination × a self-restrained (and failing) gloomy snake demon.
Lately, Lu Rong has two secrets.
First, her lifelong nemesis, the genius Sword Venerable Zhou Li, is actually the male lead of a restricted novel.
Second, she’s discovered that as long as she fantasizes about him, her cultivation, stagnant for years, shoots upward.
And so, Lu Rong spirals into uncontrollable fantasies about her sworn enemy.
Zhou Li practices swordsmanship, and Lu Rong: inhale—mmm, sword-hilt play, delicious.
Zhou Li drinks tea, and Lu Rong: Keep drinking! I want to kiss your lips swollen!
Zhou Li runs into her at night, and Lu Rong: What decent man roams around at midnight? Clearly seducing people! Drag him behind the rockery and punish him!
Zhou Li’s hand on the sword trembles: …
Watching her cultivation soar, Lu Rong delights in bickering with Zhou Li while her mind goes running wild with R-rated fantasies.
She even evolves from mental hooligan to physical hooligan.
Until one night, she sneaks into Zhou Li’s room, only to see a long, thin black snake tail stretch from the darkness and yank her into the tent.
Hours later, she wipes tears: “Waaah, his demon form is worse than his human form!!”
And she gains a third secret: He can read minds.
Lu Rong: “Then everything I thought before… QAQ
Zhou Li was born with a sword’s spirit: emotionless, desireless, the prodigy of sword cultivators.
On the verge of ascension, he faces a calamity. Every night, he dreams of a woman with a blurred face.
The more Lu Rong’s cultivation rises, the clearer the woman becomes.
So the cold, jade-like Sword Venerable seeks Lu Rong late at night.
Before he can speak, his mind is filled with her fantasies.
His ears redden. He stands with his sword, forcing composure, telling the woman who always dislikes him, “Cultivate with me. I’ll help you break through.”
Lu Rong glares: “I don’t care!”
But her excited inner voice is deafening: He invited me to cultivate!! Are all the ‘spicy dishes’ I drew going to come true? OVO
Zhou Li: “?”
When he finally realizes the woman in his dreams is her, Lu Rong begins avoiding him as if he were the plague, terrified that he’ll cling to her.
But it’s too late.
Countless times after that, Lu Rong cries and begs him not to take her to cultivate and break realms.
Zhou Li only kisses away her tears, shows her the painting on the wall, and says, “Continue…”
