This Is Called Sealing Their Love With a Kiss

The two gods emerged from the hot spring, steam rising from their bodies. God of Wine, with his hands behind his back, turned back to wink at Goddess of Beauty, a mysterious smile on his face.

"Hehe, there's one more thing I haven't told you."

The Goddess of Beauty paused slightly in her steps.

The next second, his figure appeared behind God of Wine like a wisp of smoke blown away by the wind, his hand already reaching for God of Wine's hands behind his back.

However, Deity Statue changed position almost instantly and nimbly slid half a meter away.

"I knew you weren't being honest. But it's no use."

God of Wine walked backwards, a smug smile on his face that said, "I knew you'd pull this stunt," as he nodded at Goddess of Beauty as he retreated.

The Goddess of Beauty withdrew her hand, which had missed its target, but she wasn't annoyed.

He lightly raised his fingertip, summoned Flowing Cloud, and sat down.

Since we failed just now, we have no choice but to go along with the other party's wishes.

"So, my most handsome confidant, what's that thing behind you?"

Upon hearing the words "the most handsome confidant," God of Wine's face lit up. He finally stopped being mysterious, stretching his hands out from behind his back, his palms cradling a plump little cloud.

It was his Fat Orange Cloud.

The cloud was curled up in a ball, fast asleep, its little body rising and falling gently with its breath, completely unaware of what was happening.

"This is it! The same style!"

As God of Wine spoke, he tossed the Fat Orange Cloud into the air. The little cloud was startled awake, and opened its beady eyes in a daze. Before it could even figure out what was going on, God of Wine had enlarged its body several times over, making it look like an unfolded quilt.

God of Wine leaped lightly onto the cloud, sat cross-legged, patted the cloud beneath him, and looked at Goddess of Beauty with a smug expression.

Fat Orange Cloud has finally fully woken up.

It blinked its beady eyes, looked around, and then its gaze suddenly fixed.

It saw the cloud on the other side.

That cloud, where the Goddess of Beauty sat, was elegant, and even its movement exuded a sense of refinement.

Fat Orange Cloud's beady eyes lit up once, then lit up again.

Its entire cloud body trembled slightly, looking just like a fluffy little animal that had finally met its beloved.

The saying goes, "A turtle looking at a green bean"—they've found their match.

The sounds of string and wind instruments seemed to fill the air.

Fat Orange Cloud moved closer and closer to Flowing Cloud.

God of Wine naturally noticed his Fat Orange Cloud's, unusual behavior. He leaned down, placed his hands on Cloud's body, and brought his face close to Fat Orange Cloud's beady eyes, which were filled with the excitement of discovering a new continent. He said:

"Xiaoyun, have you taken a liking to him?"

The God of Wine asked a direct question, which made Fat Orange Cloud's body tremble.

The cloud, which was originally tinged with orange-red, suddenly turned bright red, as if it had been ignited from the inside out by something.

The entire cloud resembled a piece of steamed crab roe, even its edges tinged with a scalding pink.

It writhed, its cloud body stretching and shrinking intermittently.

When God of Wine saw it like this, his heart was filled with the joy of fireworks.

He sat up straight, patted the Fat Orange Cloud beneath him, and said to the Goddess of Beauty:

"See that? My Xiaoyun has taken a liking to your Flowing Cloud. Come on, let me show you what a master of love is, and what the ultimate level of Red Thread is."

God of Wine pulled Goddess of Beauty down.

"Next, I'm going to demonstrate my superior experience to you. Watch closely, and don't blink, this is a momentous event that will be recorded in the annals of the gods."

Surprisingly, the Goddess of Beauty was quite intrigued by his posture. She calmly crossed her arms, waiting for what would happen next.

God of Wine lifted the Fat Orange Cloud and pointed it at the face of the Flowing Cloud.

Then, he gave a strong push, sending Fat Orange Cloud flying up.

Two clouds collided.

"See that?" God of Wine turned around, a smug look on his face, hands on his hips. "That's called sealing the deal with a kiss."

The Goddess of Beauty blinked, then blinked again.

At this moment, he felt that he had finally reached the highest level of his mother tongue—speechlessness.

He felt that the longest road he had ever walked in his life was probably the convoluted thought process of his best friend.

The Goddess of Beauty pointed behind the God of Wine and said, "I think your Yun needs some help."

God of Wine turned around and exclaimed in shock, "Ah—what are you doing! Let go of me!"

God of Wine hurriedly reached out and pulled his Fat Orange Cloud back.

He looked down and saw that a small corner of the other party's cloud body was missing, about one-tenth of it, with several bite marks on the edge, like a piece of rice cake that had been bitten.

The Fat Orange Cloud in his arms, completely wilted. The bright red color from before had faded completely, leaving only a pale white that looked as if it had suffered a great injustice.

Its once loving, beady eyes are now completely shattered.

It broke in two, like two shattered glass beads.

Its love story had barely begun when reality cruelly eroded it.

Waaah, it will never be tempted by lust again.

The Goddess of Beauty, however, remained calm and unhurried.

He reached into Flowing Cloud's body, his fingers fiddling around inside.

Finally, he pulled out a small, orange-red cloud from the cloud, which was the same Fat Orange Cloud that had been bitten off earlier.

Goddess of Beauty, holding the small cloud, looked at the Fat Orange Cloud whimpering in God of Wine's arms and comforted it:

"Don't cry, pat it and it'll still work. You'll still look as cute as before."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted the orange-red cloud onto the missing corner of the Fat Orange Cloud.

With a soft "snap," the cloud stuck to it, its edges quickly merging together as if it had never been bitten off.

Fat Orange Cloud has stopped crying.

However, the look in her eyes when she looked at Flowing Cloud was no longer filled with love.

God of Wine, standing nearby, muttered under his breath about how "unreliable" was, how "it was supposed to be a love story ending with a kiss, but they ate it," and "he didn't perform well this time."

Later, Flowing Cloud explained to the Goddess of Beauty that it was because the goddess smelled so good that it couldn't resist taking a bite.

Sound familiar? Isn't this that widely circulated line, "Brother, you smell so good, let me take a bite"?

However, with the help of God of Wine, the "master of love," this was achieved literally.