[Gentle, scheming county magistrate vs. foodie + special abilities + would rather throw a punch than say a word + cool, adorable powerhouse] 1v1, both pure and devoted
“Are you still alive?”
Qiao Mo’s face was blank as she poked at the bloodied person she had just dragged off the wooden planks.
No response?
Frowning, she poured the vitality of her wood-based ability from her palm into the unconscious person. At last, the bloodied figure’s heavy eyelids twitched and struggled open a crack.
So she really was dead. Otherwise, why would she be seeing a woman who looked just like her, only dressed in such strange clothes?
Seeing that the woman had woken up, Qiao Mo quietly breathed a sigh of relief. “Who are you, anyway?”
Why had she ended up in a place she had only ever seen in her dreams?
Only later did she learn that she wasn’t a stranger here. She had come home.
That damned Heaven had dragged her off to another world, where she spent sixteen years scavenging for garbage. Only after she returned did she realize just how miserable her life had been before!
Everything here was great, except that people were too clever for her to outsmart.
“Mo Mo, who can’t you outsmart? Are you talking about me?” The man held her tightly in his arms, his thin lips brushing her cheek. Yet his expression was utterly innocent, as though she were the one getting the better deal.
Qiao Mo glared at him indignantly. “Everyone got it wrong. You’re the real demon!”
“Are you complimenting me, Mo Mo? I’m delighted!”
“Why didn’t they use your thick skin when they were building the city walls?”
“Because you couldn’t bear to part with it! It’s getting late. Time for bed.”
With that, the man swept her up and carried her straight back to their room…
