Rubbing Salt in Each Other's Wounds

"So, you were able to become confidants with the Goddess of Beauty because of your incredibly thick skin?"

Love God was secretly gathering intelligence.

Perhaps he took too big a step earlier, confessing his feelings right away, only to be rejected immediately, without even a chance to process it.

Perhaps we should start as friends?

First get close, then get to know each other, then...

Love God dared not think any further, yet his heart was already racing.

Wuma Xiu was genuinely taken aback when he heard this.

After a long while, he finally spoke.

"The reason we became close friends... seems to be because I flirted with him?"

Love God's eyes widened suddenly.

Teasing? Teasing the Goddess of Beauty? You? Teasing the Goddess of Beauty?

Wuma Xiu ignored Love God's face, which seemed to say, "What nonsense are you spouting?" and continued reminiscing.

At that time, he was just Wuma Xiu, playing games.

While playing Goddess of Beauty, he suddenly had the idea to create the character of God of Wine. Out of curiosity about what Goddess of Beauty would be like, he went to meet her. As a kind of test, he flirted with her.

The other person will only get angry.

Then, Wuma Xiu began to sing and play music for the other person to lower their anger level.

The more Love God listened, the more uneasy he felt.

He didn't understand why Goddess of Beauty was so special to God of Wine.

Their first meeting was marked by a direct flirtation involving alcohol.

Teasing.

This word, if applied to any god, would be enough to warrant three beatings.

But what about the Goddess of Beauty?

I didn't beat him up.

Not only did they not beat him up, they became close friends.

Confidant!

When the word came from God of Wine's mouth, it was light and airy, but to Love God, it was as heavy as a stone.

"Wait, wine, you wouldn't happen to... like the Goddess of Beauty, would you?"

"Of course I like her. Why wouldn't I like my confidante? But it's probably not the kind of liking you're thinking of."

In Wuma Xiu's view, even the worst person in the world wouldn't despise him, right? If he didn't like himself, who else could he expect to like him?

However, strictly speaking, his affection for himself was a kind of familial love.

It's like loving your own siblings, your own flesh and blood, an inseparable part of yourself—it needs no reason.

As for love?

He's not that narcissistic.

To love yourself so much that you want to be in a romantic relationship with yourself—that takes a lot of nerve!

At least, as the God of Wine of wine, he didn't have that idea.

Love God looked at Wuma Xiu's open and honest face with some surprise.

Many gods are fond of the Goddess of Beauty.

As the Love God of love, he understood this perfectly. He could now see that although he liked alcohol, it wasn't the same kind of liking he had for love.

Love God felt that, when it came to wine, the word "friend" was far more appealing to him than "love."

Could it be that this is what aroused the curiosity of the Goddess of Beauty?

But Love God felt he could not replicate this path.

How should I put it?

He couldn't help himself when the Goddess of Beauty got close to him.

My heart is racing, and my breathing is erratic.

What could he do?

He wanted to remain calm and composed, he wanted to be open and honest, but his heart wouldn't listen; it just wanted to beat faster, it just wanted to be chaotic.

Love God lowered his eyes and let out a long sigh.

"Forget it, I can't walk this road."

As soon as the words were spoken, the two people, the cat, and the cloud, who had been in a daze, finally struggled to regain their senses from their drunkenness.

The Fat Orange's ears twitched, its tail tip flicked again, and it slumped limply into Qin Jiu's arms.

Fat Orange Cloud let out a small hiccup, its body trembled, and its beady eyes blinked repeatedly, looking as bewildered as a newborn.

Hearing this commotion, Love God began to put on airs again.

He hadn't forgotten the scene that had just terrified him.

Although they no longer remember that scene.

But his own memories were still as vivid as freshly baked bread, piping hot and hot to the touch.

Qin Jiu rubbed his temples, feeling a bit dizzy. It felt as if his head had been "kissed" by a stick.

He subconsciously touched the back of his head; it wasn't swollen or painful.

I wasn't hit.

However, he felt as if he had forgotten some gossip that shocked him, yet was ultimately unimportant.

Qin Jiu raised her head, her gaze sweeping over Wuma Xiu, over Ling Yu, over Fat Orange and Fat Orange Cloud...

Huh? When did another one appear?

Seeing Qin Jiu looking over, Love God nodded and said, "Jiu, that's settled for today. I'll be leaving now."

He could have left as soon as Qin Jiu and the others regained consciousness.

That's the safest option—silent, without leaving a trace.

The Love God was holding back a lot of determination. They had already seen his disheveled appearance. He was determined to leave them with the impression that "this god is very aloof."

Okay, see you next time.

Wuma Xiu nodded, then, as if suddenly remembering something, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and he added:

"By the way, Ai, maybe you shouldn't comfort others next time, or you'll get beaten to death."

He was serious.

Thinking back to the disastrous way the other person had comforted him.

Love God was just about to leave with an air of aloofness and coolness: Wine, I think we're evenly matched.

It was intentional; the alcohol was definitely used intentionally.

As Love God departed, this thought popped into his mind.

As Wuma Xiu watched Love God depart, he was about to turn around and speak to Qin Jiu when a line of golden text suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of him.

The font was incredibly ornate, and the special effects were dazzling.

Without even reading the content, Wuma Xiu knew who had sent it.

[I've already taught him a lesson for you.]

Upon seeing this line of text, Wuma Xiu clicked his tongue and slowly shook his head.

Whether human or god, the one who falls in love first always seems to be humble.

He raised his hand and wrote a line of text.

[My dear friend, thank you so much ʢ˶ᵒ ᵕ ˂˶ʡᶻ. I'll come see you again soon ૮ ៸៸៸º ᗜ º៸៸៸ ა.]

After finishing writing, Wuma Xiu flicked his fingertips through the air, and the line of ornate, ostentatious golden text disappeared along with it.

Alright.

Wuma Xiu withdrew his gaze, looked at Qin Jiu, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Next up is a moment for friendship.

The river of time flows ceaselessly, its surging waves swallowing countless dawns and dusks.

Usually, only one solitary figure stands on the River of Time.

Today, however, there was another figure beside him.

Two figures stood side by side, neither looking at the other.

The river breeze passed between them, carrying the coolness of time.

The God of Time did not turn back; his voice was as faint as frost falling on water.

"Fate, what brings you here? What, haven't you had enough of being beaten by the Goddess of Beauty yet? You schemed so much, knowing this would be the outcome, yet you still chose this one. Do you actually enjoy being beaten by the Goddess of Beauty?"

The God of Fate didn't even look at the God of Time; his gaze fell upon the River of Time. A slight curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, a curve that wasn't quite a smile, and he said:

"Ha, let's not talk about me yet. What, you've been watching for so long and you're still not tired of it? Does God of Wine know you've been watching him all this time? You've done so much behind my back, throwing all sorts of dirty tricks at me, and now you can only watch from here, aren't you?"

"Oh, right, there's something else I've wanted to say for a while. At least I know the meaning of 'like' when I like something. But what you like, I bet all you see is 'friends' and 'friendship,' right?"

After the God of Fate finished speaking, he actually felt a little pleased.

Indeed, happiness is something that needs to be highlighted by others.

Thinking about it, the God of Fate touched his face.

This spot was recently slapped in the face by the Goddess of Beauty.

As for the reason?

Naturally, it was to vent his anger for his confidant.

It's my own fault for scheming against them beforehand.

But if he didn't do that, he wouldn't even be able to see the other person.

Thinking about it this way, the joy that had just risen in the heart of the God of Fate vanished.

The river breeze suddenly picked up, whipping up fine sand from the bank and getting into our eyes.

The two gods remained silent for a long while, in perfect unison.

As it turns out, reopening old wounds doesn't seem to serve any other purpose besides causing more pain.