A Love Game Starting from Zero

Time slowly passed, and the illusion shrouding the room gradually dissolved into mist.

A wisp of pinkish-white airflow floated up from Meng Qi's head, swaying as it drifted into Gu Sang's palm and transformed into a soft, glutinous-rice-ball-like sphere.

Waking from that land of tenderness, Meng Qi opened his eyes to find Gu Sang right in front of him.

It had happened again.

Though it had only been an illusion, the experience was like constantly dreaming of a lovely girl. Each time, it deepened that hazy sense of affection.

A complicated emotion flashed through his eyes before Meng Qi swiftly buried everything he had experienced in the illusion deep in his heart. Pressing his palms together, his face unflushed and his heart unperturbed, he said solemnly:

"Amitabha Buddha. As a monk, I have done such a thing in order to subdue demons and monsters."

"Though there was a reason for it, I have still violated the precepts. Once I return to the True World, I shall reflect upon my sins before a wall and copy the Diamond Sutra one hundred times."

Watching a movie in front of someone else was simply too embarrassing. He had to quickly find himself a grand-sounding excuse.

Gu Sang closed her hand, putting away the soft, bouncy pinkish-white ball. Playing along remarkably well, she nodded and said:

"My husband truly deserves to be called a Shaolin eminent monk deeply versed in Buddhist teachings. You understand that form is emptiness, and emptiness is form."

"You entered this illusion without resistance, able to indulge without becoming obsessed, guarding that thread of clarity in your heart without letting it fall. It is truly admirable."

Huh? Why was this demoness being so cooperative today?

With someone there to flatter him, Meng Qi's fondness for showing off before others was