The gods in the heaven are very busy, but there are some who are so idle that they go around digging for gossip.
According to the words of the immortals in the heaven: His Royal Highness Prince Wen Ze and the God of Wine Tao Ran accounted for half of the gossip in their entire immortal life, which gave them a living source of uninterrupted conversation during their fifty thousand years of lonely immortal life.
"You said that even though we have been married for so many years and we haven't started dating yet, are you saying that even us gods can't talk about it?"
"I feel like 80% yes."
"Your Highness, they said that we have..." Tao Ran wrung his fingers, paused, and continued: "Then they will soon be able to see their little Highness."
"Then let's act quickly and not let down the expectations of the immortals."
"Are you... Are you missing a step?"
"Huh? What steps are missing?"
"It's... It's... Getting married."
"What I'm saying is to get married quickly. What are you thinking about?" Wen Ze's face got closer and closer to Tao Ran.
Tao Ran pushed away Wen Ze who was pressing on her, "Wen Ze, I'm going to bed," and pulled the quilt to wrap himself up.
The scorching gaze was blocked, but the deep laughter was not blocked.
Purpose: By writing, I caught the golden son-in-law that the fairies in heaven dream of.