Xie Lian stared up at the pile of sticks that was once his great temple, or… at least okay temple? It more than any other place had become his home. He loved the smell of the wood, and the sound of the well, and even the villagers who dropped in with offerings for the Daozhang that they knew was actually the god.
“Not again.”
One would have assumed that once the shackles were broken and his luck restored, these things would stop happening, but having bad luck for centuries was not so easy to shake.
“My my…” Xie Lian turned when he heard that voice that made his spine tingle; an amused black eye glittered on that beautiful ghost-white face. “I apparently did not give gege enough luck”
Hua Cheng strode forward, then wrapped Xie Lian in his arms then initiated an impassioned kiss, spiritual energy between them flowing like warm sweet rain.
“San Lang!” Xie Lian sputtered, cheeks blushing red. “That’s far too much luck!”
“Shall I take some back?” Hua Cheng teased. “I would need another kiss if so.”
“Yes,” Xie Lian leaned forward to find Hua Cheng’s lips once more.