Chapter 8: Qing Xukong Wants to Live an Ordinary Life

Qing Xukong wanted to live an ordinary life.

Sunlight streamed through the window, casting irregular patches of light on the floor, while birdcalls drifted in from outside.

Qing Xukong sat up on the bed, yawned, reached out and picked up his phone from the nightstand, glancing at the screen where an unread message was displayed.

Qing Xukong opened his messaging app, saw who sent the message, and began replying.

“School’s starting soon, and I haven’t seen you at all—have you gone to hide in some remote mountain forest?”

The sender’s nickname was Mocheng, one of Qing Xukong’s few friends. After a few seconds of thought, Qing Xukong replied:

“No.”

After sending the message, Qing Xukong grew anxious again about his safety—home was fine, since Ling Yu and Yan could protect him, but what about school? He couldn’t just stay indoors until the danger passed.

“I’ll ask them about it later.”

After a quick wash-up, Qing Xukong headed toward the living room on the first floor, but he clearly heard strange sounds—he silently prayed nothing unusual would happen.

Standing on the stairs, Qing Xukong cautiously peered into the living room. Yan sat by the table, holding a newspaper, a cup of coffee beside him; unlike yesterday’s suit, today he wore a simple white shirt, looking like an ordinary office worker.

Qing Xukong shifted his gaze to the source of the noise and found a god wearing only a top and underwear, hugging a pillow as he sat on the sofa watching anime. Did this god have no sense of shame at all? Qing Xukong struggled to suppress his thoughts, but he was still a young man—claiming he felt no curiosity toward the opposite sex would be a lie. He stole a careful glance at Ling Yu and sighed in relief when he saw she wasn’t paying attention to him.

“Want some coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“By the way, have you had breakfast?”

“No need—I already made some. If you don’t mind, feel free to eat.”

Qing Xukong was surprised—this guy who looked like some corporate executive could cook?

Qing Xukong walked to the kitchen and saw a plate upside down on the table. He flipped it open to reveal a breakfast.

“That’s actually thoughtful,” Qing Xukong thought.

The breakfast was simple: fried egg and bread, with a cup of milk added as a thoughtful touch. For Qing Xukong, who was used to grabbing breakfast from convenience stores, this was a rare delicacy.

The egg was cooked perfectly—he was surprised to find the yolk runny, just how he liked it. The bread was slightly toasted, releasing the sweet aroma of butter. The milk was warm, and upon closer sniffing, it seemed to carry a hint of honey. Maybe this guy would make a decent butler, Qing Xukong mused.

“Aren’t you eating, Ling Yu?” Qing Xukong asked.

“For us, food isn’t a necessity—it’s merely a habit. I’ve grown tired of the things Yan makes,” came a lazy voice from the living room.

“What an impolite creature,” Yan said, sipping his coffee.

“If you don’t mind, I’ll cook next time—as thanks for protecting me,” Qing Xukong asked.

“Oh my, oh my, young man, that’s such a cliché. If you like me, just say so outright—I’m always available whenever you have the need,” the god said smugly.

It seemed this god lacked not only shame but even basic modesty—an utterly exasperating being.

“Won’t it trouble you? Honestly, I’m already grateful you let us stay here,” Yan said.

So there was still at least one normal person—or perhaps a normal god—in this place, Qing Xukong thought.

“Still, there are some matters to attend to today. Qing Xukong, you’ll be going out with Ling Yu today,” Yan said.

“Hmm, okay. What? I have to… go out with this guy?!”

“Oh my, oh my, young man, are you blushing? Or are you afraid that being near me awakens your primal lust, and you’ll lose control and… on the street?”

“Why… why do I have to go out with this guy?!” Qing Xukong nearly wailed.