I am a herb.
I picked up my cheap husband in the Schering River. To be precise, I was his savior.
They say that sex means a knife to the head. At that time, I might have been stunned by the beauty. In order to save him, I fed him a large bowl of blood without any mercy.
Just a bowl of blood cost me a hundred years of cultivation. I swear that when he wakes up, I will blackmail him severely.
Concept: A love story between a delicious and lazy grass demon and a sinister and capable god.