The daily life of Suhei and Yao Zuizui after marriage went like this—
Suhei: “Let’s make a bun.”
Suhei: “Let’s make a little bun.”
Suhei: “Let’s make a tiny bun.”
Yao Zuizui huddled in the corner, her waist sore and legs weak, begging for mercy.
But mercy was never an option.
Suhei, putting on the demeanor of a doting husband, carried Yao Zuizui into the bed curtains.
Yao Zuizui trembled as she pushed against his chest: “Didn’t we already… do it once this morning?”
Suhei gazed at her delicate, flawless face—her slender lashes fluttering lightly, her eyes like clear water, her lips as red as cherries.
His throat tightened as he leaned close to her ear, his voice dripping with tenderness: “Zuizui, you just ate this morning. Are you skipping lunch now?”
Yao Zuizui blushed and spat out: “Hmph! I know you too well! Once you start, it’s straight to dinnertime!”
Suhei’s long, elegant fingers gently twined through her silky black hair, smooth and soft.
With a teasing smirk, he murmured: “Seems like Zuizui has… a lot of faith in me… Don’t worry, I won’t disappoint you.”
Suhei lightly nibbled on the tip of her ear.
Yao Zuizui mumbled: “Please, I beg you—disappoint me!”
“What’s that? Do it again tonight? Sure.” Suhei chuckled, his warm lips trailing from her ear to her brow.
Then to the corner of her eye.
The tip of her nose.
Her red lips.
And further down.
Yao Zuizui shivered all over, as if a clinging, scorching flame had ignited on her skin, spreading relentlessly.
Three times a day.
Every single day.
For tens of thousands of years.
Even an immortal like her couldn’t take it anymore—*whimper whimper*.
Yao Zuizui braced herself, clutching Suhei’s robes tightly.
Suhei, dressed in black, didn’t mind at all that his clothes were crumpled under her grip.
He was too focused on—
Kissing every inch of her.
“I’m hungry!” Yao Zuizui tried every trick to stall Suhei—she was truly exhausted…
“Want some milk?” Suhei lifted the hem of his robe slightly, his eyes burning with invitation.
“…No, thanks.” Yao Zuizui turned her head away, recalling yesterday’s nightmare.
Suhei interlaced his fingers with hers, pressing them into the soft bedding.
The distance between them became infinitesimal, the breathtaking view making fine beads of sweat form on Suhei’s forehead.
At the critical moment, Yao Zuizui abruptly glanced toward the palace doors, ruining the mood: “Suhei, I think someone’s waiting for us outside!”
“Let them wait.” Suhei didn’t pause his actions at all.
With a satisfied sigh.
The snowy-white sheets swayed rhythmically.
His Zuizui was the warmest, most intoxicating place in the world.
He adored her mesmerizing ripples, as if the entire world had burst into bloom.
His soul seemed crushed into powder by her softness, spinning through the heavens before sinking deep, drowning again and again.
Day and night blurred, only the flickering glow of the crystal lamp swaying with their movements.
……
Yao Zuizui crawled out from the bed curtains, her hair disheveled, her body weak.
Even as an immortal, Suhei had reduced her to this state—proof of just how ruthless he was.
Suhei held her down: “I’ll see who’s here. You rest.”
*Hmph, at least you have some conscience!*
Yao Zuizui flopped onto the bed: “I want soup dumplings! The ones from the Blue Star realm! Go buy them for me!”
After being bullied by Suhei, Yao Zuizui got whatever she demanded—no matter how far or tiring the errand, Suhei would prioritize her and rush off immediately.
“Alright, anything else?”
“Not for now.”
“Eat well—there’s another round tonight.” Suhei tucked her messy strands behind her ear, his tone tender and doting.
Yao Zuizui wanted to bury herself under the covers and cry—*is he a devil?!*
Suhei only smiled wordlessly. When he stepped outside the palace, he realized the visitor was—
Little Black!
Yao Zuizui saw him too and sprang up from the bed in delight.
“Little Black!”
“Mother!”
The reunion between mother and child was naturally emotional.
They hugged for a while—long enough for Suhei’s expression to darken with jealousy—before Little Black finally let go.
Little Black still looked like a child. He studied Yao Zuizui—she was even more beautiful than when she was in the mortal realm.
Her immortal robes fluttered gracefully, her gaze radiant.
Though her cheeks were flushed, her breathing slightly uneven, and her hair a bit tousled.
Little Black asked in confusion: “Mother, what’s wrong with you?”
“…” Yao Zuizui shot a cold glance at Suhei, who stood unmoving beside them, and said, “I had a fight with your father.”
Little Black froze for a moment before quickly understanding.
After cultivating for so long, he was no longer a child ignorant of such matters.
Little Black had ascended to immortality.
When Yao Zuizui left that realm, she had taught him cultivation methods.
As a ghost-born child, Little Black was extraordinarily gifted. For tens of thousands of years, he did good deeds daily, atoning for the sins Suhei had committed in that realm.
Now, he had finally attained enlightenment, and the family was reunited.
Yao Zuizui gazed at Little Black without blinking, her face filled with tender affection.
Though Suhei was happy to see Little Black in the immortal realm, he couldn’t help feeling jealous.
Originally, her eyes were only on him.
By nightfall, the tables had turned.
Yao Zuizui: “Let’s make a bun!”
Yao Zuizui: “Let’s make a little bun!”
Yao Zuizui: “Let’s make a tiny bun!”
Suhei scowled: “No.”
If they had another child, her attention would shift to the new bun—where would that leave him?
“Little Black will be so bored in the immortal realm! Let’s give him a sibling to keep him company!”
“No.”
In the end, Yao Zuizui took matters into her own hands.
Only then did Suhei truly understand the taste of an immortal’s bliss.
And thus began his daily charade of pretending to refuse while secretly reveling in the joys of being a tsundere husband.
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