Three Thousand Years Have Passed in the Blink of an Eye

"The Night Is Called Tenderness" is complete. All-female cast, shou protagonist, older partner. Please add it to your collection. The gods love the lights of the world more than their own radiance. Yujia, a divine beast who helped create the world and a deity in charge of all the world's spirit birds and beasts, is said by the immortals to bring eight hundred years of prestige, good fortune, and bragging rights to anyone who lays eyes on her. Yet this deity, who had never suffered a single defeat since the dawn of creation, lost a pair of wings and her heart, in the most literal sense, during a trip to the mortal world. Then she shut herself away to cultivate for three thousand years. Three thousand years later, a young immortal named Qian Que arrived at the sacred mountain. Her immortal body was unusual, and so was her aura. Not even the immortals most skilled in divination could determine where she came from or where she was going. But she dared to look directly at the deity no one else dared to meet the eyes of! And she dared to get close to the deity no one else dared approach! Half a day after arriving at the sacred mountain, she tried to assassinate the deity and failed. Ten days after arriving, she nearly crushed a High God to death. She practiced summoning wind and rain and flooded the mountain's medicinal fields. The first time she called down lightning, she struck and destroyed a side hall of Qingwu Palace. After just a few hundred years of cultivation, she ascended to the ranks of the High Immortals, then made a name for herself in a tremendous conspiracy. As the Immortal Realm buzzed with stories about her, all she had to do was pull a little trick and throw herself into Yujia's arms, crying for a while, and she cried her way into a marriage contract with her. With their wedding approaching, the immortals saw Qian Que and couldn't help wondering: Even if she'd started seducing this deity from the day she was born, it had only been a few thousand years. How had she pulled it off? Qian Que didn't care how she had managed it, because in her eyes... The deity had a lovely, cool fragrance that could only be smelled from very close, making her want to snuggle closer, and closer still. The deity had the gentlest fingertips. When they touched Qian Que's forehead, it tickled. But if they glowed faintly gold, she had to watch out for a bloody disaster. The deity's hands were most wonderful of all. They looked perfect holding a book or a sword, though being smacked by them hurt. The deity also had beautiful collarbones that invited the imagination. They peeked out when she tilted her head back to drink, making Qian Que want to sniff and press close. The only drawback was that her lips would swell for days. The hollow of the deity's shoulder was the most restful place. If Qian Que rested her forehead there and nestled in, she would grow drowsy. Sometimes she'd suddenly lose consciousness, which was rather baffling. The deity was cutest when she was jealous. She'd lower her eyes, show only half her profile, and ignore everyone. Qian Que would have to praise her, hold her hand, and coax her while wrapped around her arm. If she couldn't be soothed, someone would have to run for their life. The deity was most beautiful when she had just woken up, languid and captivating. At times like that, Qian Que had better curl up obediently beside her, or else... The deity was always cold and distant, with her eyes on Buddhist scriptures or a chessboard, rarely turning toward Qian Que. But Qian Que knew that her deity was the sweetest, most tender immortal in all the eight directions and six realms, among the countless millions of mortals. Even though she could ignore people with a blank expression, make offhand threats, tease them unhurriedly, and slowly dig a pit for them to fall into... Even though she could rip out dragon tendons and burn ten thousand ghosts, fought brilliantly, and never left survivors on the battlefield... [Unknowingly seductive shou x composed gong who falls for her, with feelings simmering beneath the surface] A clumsy, stumbling secret crush and a slow, measured response. Theme: Keep an honest heart and fear nothing