Blurb:
Song Qiu is a sword cultivator from the Yunxian Sect.
Because her sect is poor and short on cultivation resources, she has no choice but to take odd jobs to make ends meet.
One day, Song Qiu failed to collect the wages she was owed, and her debtor paid her with a box of pastries instead.
After she ate them, a sudden blaze flared inside her. In her dazed state, she reached out and touched something cool and soothing.
The next morning, she woke to find a beautiful woman with skin as white as snow lying beside her.
Song Qiu's breath caught.
Even more mortifyingly, the woman's body was covered in mottled bite marks, and clothes were scattered all over the floor, silently telling of the previous night's abandon.
Song Qiu knelt with her head bowed, sword on her back, and apologized:
"This misunderstanding was all the Hehuan Sect's fault. I... I'll take responsibility for you."
The beauty's eyes shimmered as she smiled, her voice carrying a hint of amusement:
"Oh? And how will you take responsibility?"
Stammering, Song Qiu laid all her meager possessions on the table, even offering up her life-bound sword.
As the days went by, aside from the beauty's passion every night leaving her a little overwhelmed, Song Qiu also noticed her luck improving. Clients paid generously, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds, and she saved up quite a few spirit stones. At last, she could give the beauty a comfortable life.
One day, Song Qiu returned home early and was surprised to hear the Hehuan Sect disciples respectfully addressing her as their sect leader, while the beauty simply nodded.
Song Qiu: !!!
She tried to run away on the spot, but the beauty's tender advances completely won her over.
After one night of springtime passion, Song Qiu was utterly spent, without even the strength to hold her sword. Realizing she'd been played, she tearfully tried to escape.
The beauty's soft, boneless arms circled her neck as she pouted and asked, "Qiuqiu, where do you think you're going?"
Song Qiu was on the verge of tears. "Out to practice, QAQ."
The beauty took her back to bed without giving her a choice, chiding her:
"Qiuqiu, don't tell me you've grown tired of me and don't want to cultivate with me anymore?"
Song Qiu wailed: Please, no more. I really don't have any strength left...
Theme: Sincerity is the foundation of love
