MTL - Legend of the Black Dragon Devouring the Stars - Chapter 9 Eyes of evolution writing

——”You like to peek at your sister’s game so much?”
——”No, narcissist.”
——”Oh. Then… why is the support ring in your hand marked with my name?”
Wen Qi—competition leader, captain of the school’s women’s basketball team, president of the student union. Everyone in Entai No. 1 Middle School knows the name Wen Qi.
But Bian Qian hates Wen Qi very much.
In the second year of high school, the arts and sciences were divided into classes, and the two of them were assigned to the same class by accident. Bian Qian became the class monitor, and inevitably came into contact with Wen Qi.
Early self-study:
Wen Qi: “Master squad leader, how do you pronounce this word?”
Bian smiled slightly: “There are notes below.”
Afternoon self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, I don’t have the test paper with me, can I read one with you?”
Bian smiled slightly: “Did you eat the test paper I just handed out?”
Evening self-study:
Wen Qi: “Sir, monitor, I don’t know how to do this question, please teach me.”
Bian Qian looked at the basic question, and screamed in his heart: You got 149 in the fucking math test, ask me what 1+1 equals?
After school:
Wen Qi: “Ban…”
Bian Qian: “Get lost!”
Bian Qian thought that she and Wen Qi had met for the first time, but she didn’t know that this encounter was actually a reunion that Wen Qi had planned for a long time.
Bian Qian×Wen Qi 1v1
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Doomsday was approaching…

The romance between young Ronan Silverback and his fated mate Lucien Clearwater ended before it had the chance to bloom. Since they were both in line to become Alphas of their packs and neither of them was willing to step back to be with each other, Ronan ended up rejecting Lucien and ending their fated mate connection.

Seven years later, Alpha Ronan Silverback happened to meet Lucien Clearwater again. The latter not only was not the Alpha of his pack, but he also ended up accepting the affection of the Alpha of Ronan’s rival pack.

“We have broken up,” Lucien reminded Ronan. “Seven years ago, if you recall.”

“You are mine, Lucien Clearwater,” Ronan declared with a husky voice. “In this life or any life, you can only be mine. I will not let anyone else touch you.”

Warning : Mature content, genre-typical violence and sexual content. There is a mention of miscarriage. A lot of drama. Naturally it will end in a Happy Ending.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”