Yearning for the Mortal World II

Zhou Huan got drunk again. But this time it wasn't because he'd had a bite of fermented rice dumplings. His porridge had been made with fermented rice.

Yu Shiqie told him that fermented rice was the same thing as the rice wine in the dumplings.

Zhou Huan had been a beggar as a child, then spent ten years in seclusion as an adult. He nodded cluelessly, pleased to have learned something new. Then the bowls and chopsticks on the table rattled, and he passed out drunk.

Luckily, he was a lightweight, but a well-behaved one, and let her take him home without a fuss.

His fluffy head buried in Yin Jun's shoulder, he let out a couple of aggrieved whimpers and pitifully said, "...A Jing, it's so embarrassing to get drunk after just one cup..."

Yu Shiqie looked at him.

Zhou Huan caught the smile in her eyes and struggled with a whimper. "You're laughing at me! I never remember anything when I'm drunk. How was I supposed to know I'd get drunk? Boohoo..."

Yu Shiqie held his arm and said sternly, "No fussing."

Zhou Huan went still. "Can I still whimper?"

"No."

Zhou Huan: "Eep..."

Still a sunny little Taoist priest x a cool and aloof Yin Jun.

There are BG, BL, and GL relationships. Slightly fantastical, drawing on works like The Classic of Mountains and Seas and Huainanzi, with plenty of original worldbuilding.

There were just too many words, so I talked to my editor about opening a second book to continue the story. Check the tree on my profile for details. The previous book focused entirely on strange tales, while this one will gradually develop the main plot.

Theme: The immortals lay a hand upon my head, and I receive long life with my beloved.