The Villain's Little Sweetheart
Since the great war between gods and demons, everyone in the Celestial Palace knew that the little fairy Asi had been raising a small black dragon. That little black dragon was incredibly delicate—not
Celestial music drifted through the heavens, ethereal and distant. White-robed fairies danced gracefully in the clouds.
“A Si, why are you still sitting here?” came a gentle voice.
It was a celestial maiden clothed in white. Today was the Queen Mother of the West’s birthday, and all the immortals in the heavens had gathered to celebrate—but A Si was nowhere to be found. So, she had come out searching.
A Si sat by the edge of the lotus pond, her pink silk robes billowing delicately in the breeze. Her fair, slender legs dangled into the water, playfully stirring the surface. On hearing the other’s voice, she turned and smiled, dimples faintly appearing on her cheeks. Her dark, luminous eyes were tinged with the haze of intoxication—so sweet and alluring.
“Sister Chaoyun, I think I might be drunk...” she blinked, her words slurring just a little.
Her pink dress floated atop the water, blending with the blooming lotuses in the pond. Chaoyun approached and, sure enough, saw that A Si was clutching a wine jar in her arms. She reached out and poked A Si’s forehead, laughing. “You’re the most obedient one in all the heavenly palace. How did you end up sneaking wine before the feast even began?”
A Si puffed out her cheeks in protest, her dark eyes growing even more dewy. With one arm holding tightly to the wine, she pointed with the other at a nearby tree, her tongue thick as she insisted, “I didn’t steal it! Xiao Bai gave it to me!”
As she finished speaking, Chaoyun saw a long black snake slip out from A Si’s collar. “Yinyin is clearly a