Little Taotie fell into a dream, even in the dream everything was hazy, a little dizzy, her little face hot.
The War God slept holding the Little Beast Bai Bai, feeling sothing was off in the middle of the night, he opened his eyes slightly, then quickly closed them again.
In his arms was not the soft and furry Little Beast Bai Bai, but a young maiden.
Sothing slid down along the philtrum, warm.
The War God reached inside his helt to touch and saw blood, glowing with golden light.
Nosebleed?
The War God chuckled silently, reciting the Calming Incantation.
Little Taotie felt dizzy as if there were big mosquitoes buzzing "whir whir whir" around her ears, too noisy, and she reached out to smack forcefully!
"Ouch!" She exclaid.
A slap landed on the hard helt.
The War God quickly held her hand to check, seeing it only slightly red, he breathed a sigh of relief.
But he also saw sothing he shouldn’t have seen, another nosebleed.
The War God helplessly said, "Every ti transforming into a young maiden, why is it always like this? Why can’t she transform like a little girl, carrying her own dress?"
He complained softly by her ear.
Little Taotie only felt this big mosquito getting noisier and noisier, smacking again.
The War God, afraid she would hurt her hand again, quickly held her hand, whispering, "Don’t fuss."
Little Taotie tried hard to break free, wanting to continue swatting at mosquitoes.
The War God helplessly said, "Playing with Feng Qi is one thing, but stealing fruit wine with her, isn’t the discomfort yours alone?"
Cold energy emanated from the War God’s fingers as he gently tapped her furrowed brow.
The cool feeling made Little Taotie feel a bit better, she humd a few tis, leaning toward the cool source~
Blood glowing with golden light dripped from the helt to the ground.
The face concealed by the War God’s helt was already flushed red.
"Is there a Sobriety Pill?"
A loud voice ca from outside the door.
The War God conjured a blanket to cover Little Taotie thoroughly.
With a wave of his sleeve, the blood on the ground disappeared.
Once everything was tidied, he slowly walked out.
"Is there?" The Deputy General asked.
The War God handed over a palm-sized white porcelain bottle.
The Deputy General took it, "Thanks."
Just about to leave, the Deputy General suddenly turned his head, suspiciously asking, "This bottle of Sobriety Pills is unopened, didn’t you give it to your Little Taotie?"
The War God said sullenly, "Go feed your Feng Qi, mind your own business."
The Deputy General narrowed his eyes, suddenly laughing: "I got it! War God oh War God, you’re just a man, with man’s weaknesses! Your six senses aren’t pure, aren’t pure~"
"I’m not a Buddha, why should my six senses be pure."
The War God kicked him, sending him flying away.
Returning to the bedside, the War God saw the maiden’s face reddened, unconsciously pinching her cheek lightly, the overly comfortable texture made him unable to resist pinching again.
He had a Hangover Relief Pill, if given to her, she would transform back into Little Beast Bai Bai, instantly sober up, and restore.
But he didn’t take it out.
He let her stay drunk, let her suyu lose control and transform into a maiden’s appearance...
Gently brushing aside the strands of hair scattered across her face, the War God leaned down, whispering gently in her ear, the voice soft and tender, like a spring breeze blowing past, "You’ve transford into a maiden, but your mind remains that of a child; when... will you finally understand? I have waited too long..."
In her drunken haze, Little Taotie vaguely heard the big mosquito say: "...waited too long..."
She puzzledly muttered in her dreams, pouting, "Wait for what? Mosquito, stop buzzing, stop buzzing!"
Mosquito? The War God found it amusing.
He removed his helt, wiped away the blood on his philtrum, leaned down, kissed between her brows, and put the helt back on.
After the kiss, the maiden gradually shrunk, into the blanket, transforming into a little furry bundle.
...
Little Taotie woke up, her head a bit dizzy and heavy.
She vaguely rembered dreaming about the War God, recalling how he took her to a place full of mosquitoes.
"The War God is so strange, why take to feed mosquitoes?"
Little Taotie got out of bed, brushed her teeth, washed her face, and glanced in the mirror, suddenly widening her eyes at the sight—her forehead had a red mark.
"Mosquito bite?" Little Taotie wondered.
No pain, no itch.
She leaned closer for a look—it was a red mole.
Very small, like a sesa seed, round, suddenly appearing overnight.
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