Chapter 164: Home is About to Turn into Hell
Gu Yingmian gently pressed her lips together.
But once in her mouth, there was nothing but the sweet taste of cotton candy.
She really loved this flavor.
Just like how she loved being with Young Master Sang, his pleasant and refreshing grassy scent.
Yet right now, her Dream Jun Sword, dripping with murderous intent, was poised against his throat.
He, however, seemed oblivious, feeding himself cotton candy.
Gu Yingmian suddenly felt very sad.
Her eyes reddened, straining her voice as she quietly complained, “…You tricked me again.”
Young Master Sang chuckled, “This time I didn’t trick you at all.”
“This move is definitely much stronger than the ‘Clear Peace Floating Life Sword’.”
“Look, the invincible Gu Jianxian has cried under my unparalleled sword, hasn’t she?”
With that, he twirled his hand and offered the other end to her mouth, “Open wide.”
Gu Yingmian had no interest in listening to him.
She glared at him, flushing with anger, wishing she could just take a bite and ruin that handsome face of his.
Yet the cotton candy was just too delicious.
In the end, she sulked, tearing up as she took a small bite of the cotton candy he held out.
Her Dream Jun Sword hung limply.
“…Liar.” She choked on her tears while munching on the candy.
Young Master Sang softly ruffled her hair, comforting her, “You’re right. I’m a big liar.”
“I really have no abilities, just making a living by deceiving people.”
“I’ve indeed tricked you quite a lot.”
“There is no jailer Demon Lord, and definitely no white-cloaked sword cultivator named Sang Ce.”
“All that exists is a hardworking little demon cultivator who’s just trying to make a living.”
“But this little demon cultivator is all talk, having no real skills.”
“He can’t wield a sword, nor can he date girls.”
“You thought you were slowly learning how to like someone, but so was he.”
“Especially since he’s always been timid, even too shy to make eye contact with girls.”
“So, can you guess how he felt when someone secretly stood on their toes to kiss his cheek?” Sang’s gaze softened as he spoke.
Gu Yingmian blinked.
Moments later, she lowered her head and continued munching on the cotton candy, whispering, “This time, you’re not lying?”
“I’m really not lying this time.”
Sang recalled his past clumsy self.
He had once bravely confessed to his crush with reckless courage.
Only to be straightforwardly rejected in high school, even mocked for not being as tall or handsome as the guy from the neighboring class.
In college, he had been strung along for almost three years, spending tens of thousands as a love-struck fool.
So much so that after starting work, he was too scared to approach any female, fearing he’d be labeled as “a toad dreaming of eating swan meat,” or told “I have plenty of people lining up to court me even without you.”
He would rather rot at home than join any gatherings with colleagues or classmates.
Even after arriving in this world, at the Water Moon Sect.
Everything felt no different than before, even slightly worse.
Until he saved Zhang Xiaoying, Sang finally realized that being together didn’t require weighing the romantic intricacies.
Just simple meals could lead to happiness.
But during his time at Sword Flower Palace, Gu Yingmian’s innocent and calm demeanor made Sang reminisce about how he’d sneak glances at his crush in class.
Including the times she gently held onto him, not allowing him to leave.
He thought about his clumsy and useless past self.
Long companionship is love.
Wasn’t that exhilarating moonlight love?
He believed it was.
And this time, he didn’t want to overthink.
“But thankfully, this time I have a choice.”
“I don’t have to wear a golden hoop to realize I’ve fully stepped into the role.”
“And you don’t need to sacrifice yourself like Zixia Fairy to reveal your true feelings for me.”
“We’re actually pretty lucky.”
With a smile, Sang pulled out another piece of cotton candy.
Gu Yingmian gazed at him with teary eyes before taking a bite.
It was so sweet.
Sweet enough that she couldn’t help but want to offer Sang a taste.
“Is it good?”
“Delicious.” Sang muzzily replied as he took a bite of the cotton candy, “So, how about coming home with me?”
“I don’t earn much, but I can manage to give you cotton candy every day.”
“Eating it every day will get old,” Gu Yingmian couldn’t help but wrinkle her brow.
“…You actually intend to eat it every day?”
Though if it meant more food…
She’d just have to earn a little more.
But that was alright.
Days should have some kind of promise to motivate hard work.
“Fortunately, if it’s just cotton candy, you should be easy to support.”
Young Master Sang suddenly chuckled and shook his head, “Otherwise, if you’re a big foodie, my little salary won’t cut it—”
Then, Sang froze.
Gu Yingmian paused with her cotton candy, glancing up at him.
“…And?”
Sang swallowed hard.
“How many are there?”
“Uh, well…”
“If you don’t say, how would I know?” Gu Yingmian’s expression suddenly turned cold.
In that instant, Sang remembered.
This somewhat naive, pure-hearted, love-struck girl…
Was actually the famed Grandmaster Sword Immortal of the world.
The head of the Sword Flower Palace, one of the three holy lands.
“Don’t lie to me anymore. If you keep lying, I’ll be angry,” she said seriously.
“I’ll count…”
Sang awkwardly chuckled, cautiously holding up four fingers, “Four… four of them…”
“Is that it?”
“Uh, maybe there’s one in the neighboring house who comes over for meals every day…”
“Is that it?”
“Uh… perhaps… there’s a whole room in the company…”
Gu Yingmian’s gaze turned increasingly dangerous, and Sang’s heart raced.
“Those are all just for meals, only one is engaged, but we haven’t had the chance to meet the parents.”
“And one was thrust upon me, it wasn’t my choice, I was forced—”
His voice trailed off.
He felt that if he said anything more, he’d be saying goodbye to this wonderful world today.
Gu Yingmian stared deeply at him.
After a moment, she slowly averted her gaze, softly saying:
“…Take me to meet them.”
“What?”
“I said, take me home.” She suddenly became serious, “I want to meet them.”
“I want to know how many more lies you’ve told.”
She seemed a bit angry, frowning as she took a big bite of the cotton candy.
“Tomorrow I’ll finish some things, and the day after we’ll leave.”
Young Master Sang awkwardly chuckled.
For some reason, just imagining Gu Yingmian returning home to meet Meng Qiyan and Zhang Xiaoying made him feel he didn’t want to go home at all.
That wasn’t a home.
It was hell.
