The more vivid the feeling came from familiarity, and also from Qiu Wuji's appreciation of Chu Ge's kindness and dedication.
No one would roll their eyes or joke around with a stranger. Now, in her heart, he was "one of her own," someone who was somewhat eager for her attention. This eagerness was completely understandable, a far cry from the wariness and distrust she felt upon first arriving in this esteemed place.
Even the initial confusion about the unknown world had largely dissipated.
That's all there is to it.
Qiu Wuji collected the clothes from the balcony, went into her room to change, and emerged as a sophisticated and elegant office lady. Meeting Chu Ge's sparkling eyes, she pouted, "Someone like you would be a villain in your own book."
"You could also be a protagonist," Chu Ge said seriously, "That's what a villain is for men other than the protagonist."
Qiu Wuji chuckled, "Looks like your Chu Tiange is doing a pretty good job hiding it from me, better than your acting?"
"No, not at all. Chu Tiange really doesn't have any feelings for you right now. Don't go back and beat him up."
That means he admits you have feelings for him, so beating him up would be pointless, right? Qiu Wuji was both amused and annoyed, and said helplessly, "I need to buy some stockings; the old pair won't fit anymore."
Chu Ge looked at her legs. She had even conjured up a pair of stockings specifically for stockings, which looked strangely cute. She still didn't know that many people were looking at the black stockings and the stockings, not the legs themselves. If she knew, would she think the world was full of perverted villains? "Alright, sit cross-legged there. I'll guide you through your meridians... Get into the 'Five Hearts Facing Heaven' position. If you still don't understand, I'll beat you up."
Chu Ge sheepishly assumed the "Five Hearts Facing Heaven" pose. Qiu Wuji stepped forward, scrutinized him for a moment, then reached out and corrected his posture, adjusting his hands and feet.
Upon close contact, a delicate fragrance wafted through the air. Chu Ge's mind raced, and he received a sharp rap on the head. Qiu Wuji sneered, "What are you thinking?"
Chu Ge was both amused and exasperated: "Now it's your turn to read my mind, isn't it?"
Qiu Wuji sneered, "Who can't see through your little schemes?"
"Hmm...we'll take turns entering...ouch, damn it..."
A piercing pain started from his shoulder well. Chu Ge felt as if a meridian had been stretched, the pain causing him to break out in a cold sweat.
Qiu Wuji pointed a finger at his shoulder, his expression stern: "Your body is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, very frail. Your meridians are congested and blocked, that's bad enough; you look tall and strong, but your muscles are loose, and your internal organs are unsettled."
Chu Ge felt a little embarrassed.
He knew his body was in a sub-healthy state; he looked healthy but actually had many problems—oh no, his shoulders and cervical spine were genuinely affected. If he went for a massage, he'd be in excruciating pain, and the masseur would tell him exactly what was wrong, while healthy people wouldn't feel so much pain and might even feel quite comfortable.
Qiu Wuji's meridian-clearing technique worked on a similar principle, but went deeper and was more painful.
Qiu Wuji withdrew her hand, shook her head, and said, "Your constitution isn't suitable for cultivation for the time being. You need to rest and recuperate... You're too weak..."
"Could you please stop emphasizing the word 'weak'? It makes it sound like a different problem..."
"You think your 'that' isn't a problem?" Qiu Wuji glanced at her disdainfully. "Your five internal organs, including your kidneys."
After all, she was a mature woman who had cultivated for thousands of years, not a pure little girl. Qiu Wuji knew without a doubt what Chu Ge was thinking.
Chu Ge's face turned bright red to the roots of his neck, and he loudly protested, "Who said that? I can clearly last half an hour!"
A man can be weak everywhere else, but not there!
Especially in front of a beautiful woman!
He blurted out without thinking, "Want to try?"
He thought he was going to get a beating, but he didn't. Qiu Wuji just looked him up and down with a disdainful gaze, saying nothing.
That expression... Chu Ge wanted to tear a hole in the floor and disappear into.
This was unbearable!
I really can last half an hour, please believe me! My hands always ache!
"I...I'm starting to train today!" Chu Ge buried his head on the sofa, uttering the most earnest vow of his life in a muffled voice.
…
"Not only exercise, but also diet and sleep schedule need attention." While eating braised chicken outside the apartment complex, Qiu Wuji said leisurely, "You've been skipping meals. The other day you didn't eat dinner until late afternoon, and apparently you hadn't eaten all day. That's bad for your stomach. And your habitual late nights are bad for your liver."
Chu Ge muttered, "You cultivators can go without food or sleep."
Qiu Wuji said leisurely, "Isn't the purpose of cultivating immortality precisely to be able to do things that mortals can't?"
"Damn, that makes sense." Chu Ge tentatively asked, "So, should I call you Master now?"
Qiu Wuji looked at him with a half-smile, resisting the urge to smother his face with the braised chicken, and said calmly, "Then should I call you Father God?"
Chu Ge was overjoyed: "That's great, we can each call each other… Ouch…"
Qiu Wuji retrieved his high heels from under the table and lowered his head to eat. "Based on my understanding of life, cooking at home is obviously cheaper and cleaner than eating out. You're not wealthy, so why do you eat out every day? Is this some kind of difference in this world?"
"It's the same. The difference is that there are more lazy people in this world, like me."
"..."
Chu Ge suddenly became interested: "Hey, can you cook? I haven't written about your journey before cultivation, this..."
Qiu Wuji said expressionlessly: "You haven't written it, but you should have imagined it, or rather, conceived of it?"
"Yes, being able to handle both formal and informal settings is a must." Chu Ge was overjoyed; this all fit the setting perfectly: "So you can."
No wonder I inexplicably know those mundane skills, Qiu Wuji sneered: "So what if I can? Why should I cook for you?"
Chu Ge concluded decisively: "That's the rent."
Instant kill.
Qiu Wuji gritted his teeth, grinding the chicken until it was minced to a pulp, as if he wasn't biting chicken, but Chu Ge.
"Go buy firewood, rice, oil, and salt!"
"No need for firewood, the rented room has a gas stove. We'll check the supermarket for rice and seasonings later."
"I want to buy socks!"
"Buy them! Buy a whole bundle!" Chu Ge, flushed with his royalties, waved his hand magnanimously: "Oh, and pajamas, shall we go pick some out?"
Standing in front of the pajamas section, Qiu Wuji stood with her hands on her hips, watching Chu Ge sneakily pull a shop assistant aside. His gaze lingered on two identical silk pajamas, one for a man and one for a woman.
She had no concept of matching outfits. Chu Ge had told her, "Isn't your sect supposed to have uniform clothing? Sharing a room and sleeping together is only natural!"
The logic seemed normal, but Qiu Wuji couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Are you trying to deceive a ten-thousand-year-old?
Also, I don't want this cute big-headed doll print. Can I exchange it? This dignified and awe-inspiring figure, is this here to wear clothes with childish patterns? Unfortunately, the sugar daddy didn't give her any room to object, happily buying the matching pajamas, paying, and leaving.
Qiu Wuji also made a vow in her heart: I must start making money!