Chapter Nineteen: Teasing the Divine Lord

“Mm, I’m here, I’m here!” Xu Si’s voice was soft and gentle.

Whenever one hand was caught, she switched to the other.

Her icy little hands slowly moved upward, and Nan Xian felt his whole body burning fiercely, his head growing dizzy.

The moment Xu Si’s touch reached him, he collapsed onto the bed.

“Mm, stop it, little mischievous spirit, don’t touch me!”

His voice was hoarse, and Xu Si’s ears flushed crimson, her black eyes sparkling brightly.

Letting her hands roam wildly beneath his formal wear, she realized: so this is what the texture of ancient human bodies feels like?

No wonder the ancient texts recorded that humans not only need certain things to bear children but are also enthusiastic about such things.

This is certainly much better than the cold artificial insemination needles used in the interstellar era. The only downside is the uncertain quality of future offspring.

Ah, if the supreme deity’s future child ended up with some mental defect like him, wouldn’t the divine realm be doomed?

Lost in such thoughts, Xu Si moved with her heart’s desire, pressing closer.

Her hands emerged from the collar, gently caressing Nan Xian’s flushed cheeks.

“Don’t, little mischievous spirit, please don’t!”

Nan Xian struggled with his words, but his stiff body grew increasingly calm. On the solitary sickbed, one divine shoulder was half-exposed.

Sixty-nine: “Recording information—ambivalent resistance!”

A mechanical voice sounded in his mind, pulling Nan Xian back to the scant rationality he had left.

‘No, no, this won’t do! We haven’t sealed the pact yet!’

His bloodshot eyes snapped open. He grabbed Xu Si’s hands, pressing them down behind her back, quickly sitting up to straighten his disheveled clothes.

Breathing heavily but steadily, he said, “Little mischievous spirit, we can’t do this—we haven’t…”

“Oh, I know.” Xu Si’s voice was calm and rational, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t worry, I only do this kind of thing with people I like!”

“People you like?” Nan Xian’s face turned completely pale. When he saw Xu Si’s eyes devoid of passion, his lips trembled.

“So you don’t like me?”

“Of course not!” Xu Si was shocked. How could she not like the God of Wealth? Besides, she liked his body too.

As she thought this, she couldn’t help but glance down at Nan Xian’s wide-open collar, her gaze slowly descending.

She licked her dry lips. Hmm, she had only touched the upper part just now—below…

“Lewd!”

Nan Xian blushed furiously again, but inside, he was uncontrollably delighted.

‘Sixty-nine, sixty-nine, tell me: if a human woman wants to remove the clothes of the opposite sex, what does that mean?’

Sixty-nine: “It means the other party wants to sleep with you!”

‘Is that so? Just simple sleeping?’ Nan Xian was clearly dissatisfied with the answer. He stared at Sixty-nine for a long moment before scoffing.

‘When it should be pure, it’s impure; when it shouldn’t be, you pretend to be!’

Sixty-nine: “…” He felt it was time for the next generation of divine AI to replace him.

On the sickbed, Xu Si shrugged nonchalantly after being called lewd. “I’m going to rest for a bit. Later, we’ll go buy a house together.”

“Let’s buy one with good soundproofing!” She feared that talking to herself at home alone would scare the neighbors.

“Okay, we’ll get one with good soundproofing.”

Nan Xian nodded approvingly. Although he could set up a protective barrier, the little mischievous spirit was shy, and that kind of thing couldn’t be overheard from behind walls.

No, no, the little mischievous spirit had already hinted. How could he still show no sign?

After despising himself for a moment, Nan Xian took out Sixty-nine and connected to the Department of Destiny.

“Hello, Destiny, I’m sealing the pact! When the time comes, just send me a simple notification in the divine realm.”

“A simple notification?” Destiny looked as if wondering what had come over him.

Nan Xian nodded seriously: “Yes, I counted. Including the celestial attendants, the Heavenly Court has 158,000 gods. Just send me sixteen thousand invitations first.”

Destiny: “…”

“Oh right, the little mischievous spirit loves wealth. Remember to have them all prepare small gifts. Hmm, you want to know where we’ll seal the pact?”

Destiny: “I didn’t ask!”

“Well, the little mischievous spirit said she’ll take me to buy a house later, and it must have good soundproofing. Ah, the little mischievous spirit is young and shy.”

Destiny: “Do you even remember your tribulations?”

Nan Xian waved his hand grandly: “It’s a joyous day; no need for bad omens.”

“J-joyous?” Destiny stammered. “Are you sure the little mischievous spirit has decided to seal the pact with you?”

“That’s none of your business. I have a mouth—I’ll ask her myself. Don’t forget the invitations!”

“Actually, Nan Xian, I went to the King of Hell. Xu Si’s current status is…”

“Hmm? Bad signal, hello, hello, can’t hear you!”

Nan Xian abruptly ended the call: “Hmph, Destiny still wants to sow discord—dream on!”

…

At sunset, the two had finished the hospital staff meal and took a taxi to look at houses.

“This one, downtown in City A, with parks, malls, schools, hospitals—everything you could want. The layout has balconies, two households per elevator, absolute privacy. How about this?”

Xu Si held a flyer and looked back at Nan Xian.

“I think it’s fine!”

“Good!” Folding the flyer, Xu Si straightened her chest and strode into the sales office.

The salespeople all turned in unison, eyes scanning her from head to toe, then one reluctantly stepped forward.

“Hello, miss, this is the lowest-priced unit in our development.”

“Lowest price? What do you mean, you look down on me?” Xu Si’s voice was low, and her aura made the salesperson uneasy.

Being sharp, he immediately smiled and served: “Of course not, miss. It’s because the other units have already been reserved.”

“Alright then, how much is this one?” Xu Si rubbed her bank card in her pocket, thinking she’d soon show these condescending salespeople exactly how much she had.

“This lowest price is about 120 million.”

Strength! She’d just walk out of the sales office herself!

Xu Si nodded, looking at the salesperson with eager eyes: “You sure know how to judge people. Sorry to bother you!”

After speaking, she grabbed Nan Xian’s hand and quickly left.

Nan Xian said, “Shall we look at some others?”

“Okay, let’s look at the second ring road area,” Xu Si decided firmly.

An hour later: “The scenery in the third ring road is nice!”

After sunset: “The fourth ring is also good. We can upgrade when we’re richer.”

After seeing the last house at night: “How about the fifth ring?”

Nan Xian’s eyes glazed over; he nodded weakly: “Okay.”

While Xu Si signed the purchase contract, he once again picked up that book, “Awakening Metaphysical Talent…”

Then he took out a brush: Poor review, absolutely poor review. Poisoned my body and mind. In life, there’s no moment of vindication—only being slapped down!

When the two arrived at the sixth ring’s fully furnished house, Xu Si was already collapsed on the floor, exhausted.

“Ah, my 4.58 million!”

Nan Xian’s cheeks flushed as he gently lay down beside Xu Si.

“How much do we have left?”

“Five thousand two hundred!” Xu Si turned her head, eyes full of longing, staring at Nan Xian.

‘Five thousand two hundred? Five-two-zero, I love you? The little mischievous spirit is secretly confessing again. Ah, she really loves me!’

Nan Xian’s earlobes turned bright red as he casually glanced back.

“Don’t worry, little mischievous spirit, I will never be unworthy of your love! Just wait, in no time, someone will send us money!”