This Seat Is No Simp

[Written with complete self-indulgence... Not recommended.]

Yu Feng had forgotten that thousands of years ago, she had once teased a dragon. Ever since then, in every cycle of reincarnation, a seemingly gentle and kind man would appear by her side, living with her and dying with her.

Another cycle began, this time amid the flames of war. Young Yu Feng watched the heavy snow fall, waiting for the fire and snow to consume her together.

Death did not come. Instead, a gentle and kind man arrived first. He was tall and slender, with an air of nobility. The blazing fire illuminated his features as snowflakes settled in his hair.

He held out his hand to her and smiled gently. As if in a trance, Yu Feng placed her hand in his.

Later, Yu Feng learned that he was the Grandmaster of the Immortal Abode of Heaven and Earth, and that she was the one he favored most.

That day, peach blossoms blazed in full bloom. He held out his hand to her again and asked if she would become his cultivation partner.

With envoys from every corner of the world at their side, Yu Feng looked at the hand he extended to her. This time, she did not place her hand in his.

"I don't want to."

*

Ao Feng had lived for ten thousand years and was not a good-tempered dragon. Proud, cold-blooded, petty, and vengeful.

After he confessed to her, Yu Feng left without a word, turning him into a laughingstock across the world. He decided it didn't matter. He had kept up the act for long enough, and was thoroughly tired of it, so he let her go.

Just then, enemies invaded, and he single-handedly drove them back from all sides.

That day, war raged beneath a heavy snowfall, just like the night he had brought Yu Feng home.

Rumor had it that Ao Feng died in that epic battle. But he survived, gravely wounded and with his cultivation damaged, and ended up wandering the mortal world in the form of a bloodied young man.

In a daze, he felt cool lips against his own. Someone was giving him water.

He struggled to open his eyes and saw a lovely young woman. His bloodstained fingers immediately closed around her pale wrist.

Ao Feng: "I gave you a chance to leave. This time... you're the one who came to me."

*

Dragons are vengeful. That night, Ao Feng wanted to get back at Yu Feng too. He raised his hand, but gently stroked her cheek instead, using a pen to draw a cat's face on hers.

(The years turn, and even the way you look at me from the corner of your eye makes my heart flutter.)

Theme: Love can overcome anything.