[Ice-Cold Beauty Top × Passionate Rogue Bottom]
When they first met, the rogue bottom was stunned by the ice-cold top's beauty. "If I beat you, you'll be mine. If I lose, I'll be yours."
The beauty top, ever solemn and revered like a god on an altar, snapped, "Demon, hold your tongue!"
The bottom took one step closer. The top retreated ten steps and set up a killing formation. "Demon, prepare to die!"
When they met again, the bottom tore away the seal on the top's palm and took his hand, wreathed in karmic fire.
The ice-cold beauty top, who had never been touched before, exclaimed, "My karmic fire can burn everything, yet you aren't afraid or hurt!"
He held him with one hand, tentatively touching his hand, his shoulder, and finally his face.
After seven years apart, the bottom planned to leave that very night.
The top's cold eyes narrowed. "You've only just arrived, and now you're leaving? You shouldn't get close to the new emperor. He likes men and won't be able to resist your charms."
Furious, the bottom shoved him down. "Are you saying I'm seducing him? You don't even know what seduction is!"
In the blink of an eye, the top's robes fell open, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of skin. His long black hair spilled loose, and something flared in his eyes, usually as cool as jade and as still as the moon.
He could only close his eyes and recite a calming mantra.
But the bottom leaned close to his ear. "You got it wrong, my High Priest. It's 'no breeze stirs,' not 'a breeze does not... stir.'"
Theme: Peace among the three realms, love in the human world.
