The Golden Roc Meets the Lotus

[Nezha CP, childhood friends in a way, OOC] [A sweet little story with no angst, safe to read]

[Nezha x Ye Sidie]

[Cheerful and lively, sometimes laid-back and prone to slacking off Golden Roc x Third Prince Nezha, who kills but does not save] [Female lead who grows over time] [The story gets a little eclectic, and I may write about other worlds when I feel like it]

Early on:

"I have a friend named Nezha. He's really, really nice, and he's so fair and handsome."

Nezha tugged at my sleeve with a helpless look and said, sounding a little uninterested, "All right, I know I'm great."

Later, after losing his memories:

"I heard you want a husband. Why not take me?" Nezha coaxed her softly.

Ye Sidie lifted her eyes and said coldly, her voice carrying a chill. "Let me think. You... are quite handsome." Ye Sidie raised one finger and tilted Nezha's chin up.

Nezha narrowed his eyes but did not pull away. "You used to say that too..."

Ye Sidie's lashes trembled, but she said nothing. Instead, she looked away, her gaze wandering. Her voice came out hoarse, as if squeezed from her throat. "All right!"

(The plot is undergoing major revisions, and I'm editing the early chapters. Feel free to point out anything that doesn't make sense. I'll consider your suggestions carefully. Also, thank you for urging me to update!)