Above Your Head - Vol 2. Chapter 94: The Salvation of God (31)

The third young master of the Gu household, Gu Ye, had a wooden personality, a stuttering speech, couldn’t remember an answer after being told ten times, didn’t dare to protest after being bullied, was considered the shame of high society. His father, in a fit of anger, sent him back to the old home in the country for the new year. But unexpectedly, he came back like a new person, in half a year testing into the top university of the capital with the highest score in the whole school.

(1v1 Shuangjie sweet pet, so sweet! Shuangdatian) Shen Yaowei has been a fool who has lost his mind all his life, and finally was skinned and deboned by the person he trusted the most.

After being reborn, Shen Yaowei is no longer blind, nor is her heart blind, she just wants to hug the thigh of the future tyrant and be a rice bug that eats soft rice.

Possessing all-powerful skills and bearing the name of a foolish girl, Shen Yao secretly pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger, slaughtering the Quartet, and the abused scum cries for her father and mother.

Anyone who stopped her from hugging her thighs would have to die.

Soon, everyone discovered that the frightening highness of the King Rui, who had always been a loner, had changed, and there was always a small tail behind him.

“Uncle Nine Emperor… I don’t have the strength to walk anymore, I want to hug…” Little Tail stretched out his arms towards His Highness the Nine Kings, pitifully.

“Slim, big brother has strength, big brother hugs you!” The big brother, the leader of the martial arts alliance, arrived at the battlefield within a second.

“No no, the second brother is very strong, the second brother is here!” The second brother, who is a genius doctor, followed closely.

Next, the third brother, the fourth brother, the fifth brother… all the bigwigs came to the scene, begging for hugs.

“You all get out of the way for Lao Tzu! Lao Tzu’s daughter, Lao Tzu, come and hug me!”

Before the old father, who was a general protecting the country, had time to rush in front of Shen Yaowei, he saw that the aloof, dignified and peerless His Royal Highness was squatting with his back to Shen Yaowei.

“Come on, yaoyao, I’ll carry you.”

- Description from novelbuddy

Rebirth, Xie Tingyue’s face is solemn, holding on to the unknown and the “Great Power Economy” that has always been with him.

Goal: Shun down all kinds of swords and swords, protect yourself, protect your brother, and protect the useless disabled husband.

Husband: The last three words, are you sure?

- Description from Novelupdates

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.