On the first day after transmigrating into the Investiture of the Gods world, Su Wantang ran into Nezha, who was in the middle of tearing down a house.
He was six feet tall, standing atop the rubble, his Red Armillary Sash blazing like a line of fire. His glare was so fierce it looked like he could flay someone alive. Everyone called him a demon reborn and kept their distance.
Su Wantang gazed up at the red-eyed boy and, on a whim, blurted out, “...Hey, kid, are you hungry? Your big sister will cook for you.”
Nezha looked down at her, his voice frighteningly hoarse. “Who are you calling a kid?”
Later
Nezha crouched in front of her, his six-foot frame curled into a ball, head resting on her knees. He muttered, “Everyone's afraid of me. When... are you leaving?”
Su Wantang smacked the back of his head. “Like hell I'm leaving. You haven't finished eating, and you're washing the dishes.”
Later still
Someone looked at Su Wantang for a moment too long. Nezha raised a hand and blasted him three miles away with Samadhi True Fire. Then he turned back, the corners of his eyes red, a smile on his lips. “Atang, he looked at you. Want me to pluck out his eyes... so you can play with them like beads?”
Su Wantang finally realized
She might have raised something truly extraordinary.
[One-on-one, both leads are each other's only partners] [Possessive adult Nezha x chatty artifact spirit] [Sweet romance + mystery] [My fate is mine, not Heaven's]
Very pretty, I wish I didn't have a knife