Qin Yi did not sleep on the floor.
Not only did he not sleep on the floor, he was not ridden either. The husband and wife spent a tender, honey-sweet night together.
They even cast their first set of spells since arriving in the mortal world: Soundproofing Art and Reinforcement Art.
Otherwise, these two supreme beings who had dared to go at it during the creation of heaven and earth, in this shoddy wooden house that leaked wind from every side... would probably have brought it down...
Not to mention how Qin Yi had felt upon returning to see his wife making soup—was it any different from Liusu's perspective?
Her husband had returned from outside, and she had waited for him at home.
That feeling was wonderful.
If not for that damned lipstick affecting her mood, Liusu would have wanted to sink her teeth into him on the spot.
She knew it was not his fault, though. He probably had a headache over it too, so forget it. Better to think about whether she should hammer his little fox spirits to death one by one when she met them in the future. Those were the real deal.
Liusu had considered this difficult question countless times, only to discover that she could not hammer them.
Every one of them had been tacitly approved of, or even encouraged, by her. There was even one for whom she had personally opened the door to training... Looking back, Liusu truly felt that the first thing deserving a hammering was that broken ball that watched dramas with malicious amusement.
She had never seen anything so idiotic—putting a green hat on herself.
It had insisted on deceiving itself that it had merely raised a cat, when in truth its heart had long since been plucked away