Claiming the Throne of Gods, Starting from the Rebirth of Nezha
Chapter 207: Love

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: Love

At this moment, even the wind and snow showed mercy and stopped unexpectedly.

Nezha wanted her to warm up in the house a little longer, at least stay by the fire for a while.

But the girl only warmed her frozen hands by the stove for a moment and then draped her cloak over her shoulders, urging him to go home together.

She said that Madam Yin missed him very much, and since he had returned, he should immediately go home to pay his respects to his mother.

A son traveling a thousand miles worries his mother.

If there was one person in this world who genuinely loved Nezha unselfishly, it must be Madam Yin.

But the yearning between lovers is equally tormenting.

From the lakeside cottage to Outer World Town was still a distance, and to get there, they first had to walk through two acres of Medicine Field that remained lush green in winter.

The two walked amidst the greenery, the scent of herbs and Spiritual Energy from the fields on either side completely isolating them from this icy world. Surprisingly quiet, it was as if they couldn’t even hear the orderly shouts of the fishermen pulling their nets on the distant ice.

The young man and woman walked one behind the other, their hearts pounding uncontrollably.

Nezha himself didn’t know what was wrong with him.

If he were timid, back at the Spring Breeze Building when he flirted with Yumao’er, he would have wanted to bury his head in her bosom and breathe in the pleasant fragrance of her makeup. On the peak of the little world, after soaking his feet with Qiu Chuyao, the sparks flying between them almost led to irrevocable intimacy.

But now.

Half a month had passed since they last met, yet he found himself at a loss for words.

Damn it.

What’s the embarrassment? She’s your fiancée!

Nezha thought this, but his mouth stayed shut even tighter.

He never expected: after living two lifetimes, the first time he felt nervous in romance was right after their first intimacy.

Qiu Chuyao walked slowly.

Nezha, to avoid this damn awkwardness, had no choice but to walk even slower, closely following her.

He had once slept in the same bed with Little Dragon Girl. When she slept, she was quite restless and sometimes clung to him like an octopus.

But at that time, he only considered her a friend, a fellow cultivator, and didn’t have these feelings.

It was akin to fighting together with Ju Yang Perfected, Young Master Kong Xu, and Shen Gongbao in Fir Forest, feeling a tension he had never experienced before.

He knew the reason: he had never walked alone with a girl in such an ambiguous atmosphere, and their slow pace made the path seem endless.

Nezha couldn’t help but take a serious look at the girl’s side profile ahead of him.

He was surprised to find that Qiu Chuyao at this moment was even more beautiful than he remembered.

She was tall, with perfect curves. Her white cotton dress was somewhat old, but a new blue belt at her waist accentuated her slender waist perfectly.

Walking in front, her bright, slightly brown eyes always looked ahead, but if you observed carefully, you would know she wasn’t really looking at anything.

From Nezha’s angle, he could just see the smile on the girl’s face. She walked forward, occasionally glancing back at him and opening her mouth, seemingly wanting to say something but soon shying away.

Nezha gazed at her silhouette, captivated unwittingly.

As he couldn’t help but let his mind wander, Qiu Chuyao’s heart was also boiling like a pot of water.

For her, also experiencing her first love, love came abruptly like a lifeline pulling her out of the abyss.

Every step she took was serious, but only she knew that her hands underneath her sleeves were trembling.

The tide of emotions surged in her heart, forming a thousand words she wanted to say to Nezha.

But every time she opened her mouth, she remembered what happened on the mountaintop that day, and couldn’t utter a word.

Just walking forward with Nezha like they were, intoxicated this ordinary mortal girl in a great, surreal sense of happiness.

She wished this road would never end, so she slowed her pace as much as possible.

But after walking through the two acres, they stepped onto the stone road covered in wind and snow, and she thought: Just walking silently like this isn’t a solution.

So Qiu Chuyao turned around and stood still.

Nezha, curious, asked, "What’s the matter?"

"Last time you said you went out to find some spring water. Did you find it?"

Nezha replied, "Of course, your husband is that capable."

As soon as he said it, he wanted to slap himself, watching Qiu Chuyao’s face turn crimson instantly. The girl turned around and continued walking forward, quickening her pace and leaving behind a sentence:

"If you keep messing around, I won’t talk to you anymore."

Nezha, no longer caring about embarrassment, hurried to catch up, walking beside her and taking her hand:

"I won’t, I won’t, I wasn’t doing it on purpose. Huh? Your hand is so cold. Let me warm it up."

"No."

Qiu Chuyao tried hard to pull her hand back but couldn’t. She finally gave up resisting, her face reddened as she let Nezha hold her hand, and her walking pace involuntarily slowed down again.

She lowered her voice and said, "Who taught you these things?"

TV series?

Nezha thought, but found it hard to explain what TV series were, so he just said, "Maybe I’m naturally talented?"

"Pfft! Sister Cui Yu said that being ’naturally talented’ in this area is not a good thing!"

"Don’t listen to Cui Yu’s nonsense."

Qiu Chuyao snorted softly, then turned her head and said, "Won’t you resent me for being older than you?"

Qiu Chuyao was only sixteen this year, indeed older than ’Nezha’, but much younger than Li Zha.

"How would I dare? An older woman is like a treasure."

"You’re so good at sweet-talking girls. Do you really have no other lovers?"

Nezha looked at the suspicious Qiu Chuyao, crying and laughing, "Since I grew into an ’adult,’ I’ve been focused on cultivation. I swear, even if I were lying in the same bed as another woman, I wouldn’t have any other thoughts."

Qiu Chuyao stopped again, this time turning around to look at Nezha’s unusual, dark eyes, thinking:

These eyes are truly spirited.

"Nezha, if you resent me, just tell me directly. I like you, but I’m not someone who clings desperately. But if you really don’t resent me, I’ll be your wife. You can go cultivate and venture outside; I’ll take care of Outer World Town and even look after any dog at home for you. But remember, I am a mortal, unlike you, an immortal. I won’t live long. When I die, you can find someone new..."

After Qiu Chuyao finished speaking, she lowered her head, tears welling up in her big eyes.

She started walking forward again, her hands clenched into fists, nervously clutching her clothes.

Hearing these heartfelt words, Nezha felt his chest burn, his sturdy muscles trembling, and his limbs beginning to go numb.

Blood rushed to his head as he watched the girl’s retreating figure, feeling his own eyes moistening.

To others, he was the majestic Nezha, capable of subduing dragons and tigers.

But only he knew how lonely his heart was.

Though Qiu Chuyao was walking away, getting farther from him, the pleasant fragrance from her and the warmth that inadvertently emanated seemed to etch into his heart.

Is this love?

He thought.

Nezha felt a bit panicked yet excited.

His heart, once as hard as iron, was moved by Qiu Chuyao’s sincerity. And once he was moved, a strong and fervent passion instantly arose.

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