The Immortal Venerable Still Wants More of Me

[Cold and Abstinent Top × Stubborn, Clear-Headed Bottom] I thought of myself as a substitute and sent myself to the bed of the man I’d loved from afar for seven years. He was the young sect master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, lofty and revered by all. I was a lowly rogue cultivator in the cultivation world, with three inferior spiritual roots and a cultivation level of Qi Refining, seventh stage. That night, I was drugged and stumbled into his bedchamber. He caught the cool, herbaceous scent on me and thought I was the medicinal catalyst his trusted aide had sent. “Are you doing this willingly?” I said yes. Before dawn, I ran. He remembered my body, but not my face. Later, he looked into my background and saw me hanging from a spirit-binding pillar, covered in wounds. He said, “That night, I couldn’t even bear to make him kneel before me.” He didn’t even realize what he was saying. Later still, someone tried to take advantage of me. I turned him down. “I only want to be lovers with Gu Changyuan.” I didn’t dare let him hear me say it. But he heard someone else say: “That young man is seventeen by bone age, a rogue cultivator. No records found.” He stared at that name all night. All I care about is when he’ll truly look at me.