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... ys been arrogant and wanton, lost his focus, his voice was hoarse, and there was helplessness in his throat, and he reported the name of the hospital.

Zhong Le and Lin Qi immediately divided the labor, Lin Qi went out to take a taxi, Zhong Le carefully supported Xia Yu'an: "Sister Xia, don't panic, let's go first."

Hearing this, Xia Yuan regained her senses, clenched the phone in her hand, straightened her body, and said calmly, "Let's go first."

Then, Zhong Le saw Xia Yuan ...

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Xia Zhinian has transmigrated into the book, and the original owner is a disgusting cannon fodder villain, determined to and the protagonist were robbed by Yan Ci, and finally had an accidental car accident, and Liang Liang went offline.
Others want to change their destiny by transmigrating into a book, but his young master Xia is different, he just wants to transmigrate back through the plot.
Xia Zhinian tried to mention the protagonist Gong to anger Yan Ci, so that he could be beaten according to the original text, but Yan Ci only held his wrist and tied a gold chain with a long tail on it, his eyes were cold, “There is nothing wrong with what you say.” It’s the one named Chu, and you like him so much?”
Turning the subject around, I asked him: “What color bracelet do you like every year, gold, silver, or black?”
Xia Zhinian: “??”
…Is there something wrong with you?
Later he discovered that Yan Ci was obsessed with cleanliness, but he had severe skin hunger and thirst. Every time he had an attack, he was in pain, but he never went to the protagonist Gong for help. Instead, he hugged him and rubbed him.
And diverted all the attention that should have been on the protagonist Gong to him? !
This shouldn’t be, the plot doesn’t go like this!
Xia Zhinian was worried, he wanted to go back to the original world, and waited until the end to finish the lunch box.
So he planned a car accident for himself.
Gao Xingxin closed his eyes, opened them again, and met a cold and gloomy face.
In the room with the doors and windows closed, Xia Zhinian lay on the bed trying to struggle, but found that his whole body was sore and his hands and feet were numb. Footsteps sounded, and someone stepped to the bed step by step, casting a large shadow.
Yan Ci was condescending, stroking the black bracelet on the young man’s wrist, his tone was soft but terrifying.
“Having a car accident on purpose every year, do you want to escape from me?”
Xia Zhinian: “?!!!”
Xia Zhinian tried his best to show a cute smile, “Brother, I was wrong, I have something to say, let go first, uh–!!”
His mouth was blocked, his hair stood up slightly, his fingertips slid on his neck, and the voice in his ears was cold and gentle.
“Hey, I don’t accept verbal apologies.”
Seemingly well-behaved Pipishou × seemingly gentle, paranoid, possessive and super aggressive.
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②The original text has nothing to do with the attack, the original text is transferred to the attack
③Attack and subject have grown up

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Yan Yan has become the cannon fodder in the novel.

Young Master Cannon Fodder was lost when he was a child, and when he was found he was covered with scent of red dust (1) , his lazy look provoked annoyance. So it didn’t take long for the cannon fodder to be sent to marriage by his family. The marriage partner is the protagonist of the book.

After the marriage, the cannon fodder not only failed to curb it , but became more able to do it. He pestered the protagonist all day acting coquettish, and finally the protagonist gave the cannon fodder a huge sum of money and drove the person out of the house.

After seeing the “end” of the cannon fodder, Yan Yan’s eyes lit up. Behave in a spoiled manner? He is best at it. It is guaranteed that the protagonist will not be able to bear it within three months, and he will be driven out with a huge sum of money.

Because of a favor owed by his father, Ji Juechuan, who has already achieved something at a young age, had to marry the young master of Yanjia who doesn’t love his mother or father.

On the first day of cohabitation before marriage, Ji Juechuan sat on the side of the bed and looked at his mobile phone. His face became even more ugly when he thought that he would be sleeping in a bed with the perfume-scented person. He will make it clear as soon as he arrives, and let the man pay attention to his behavior.

The bathroom door opened, and a soft and refreshing ball rolled into his arms. The young man with wet hair raised his face and smiled sweetly: “Husband, can I sleep with you tonight?”

Ji Juechuan looked at the person in his arms for a long time, and his Adam’s apple moved slightly.

“Yes.”

Later, Yan Yan received a huge sum of money from Ji Juechuan. It was just that the ticket he had prepared was torn to pieces. The man’s hot hands pressed against his waist, his tone dangerous.

“Yanyan, our wedding hasn’t been held yet, where do you want to go?”
Yan Yan:? That’s not what it says in the book!

*Mr Ji at the beginning: #Who is his wife? Anyway, it’s not my wife#

Later: #Do you have a wife yourself? Why do you covet my wife all day? #

*sā jiāo in the title means to act like a spoiled child/ to act coquettishly

*(1) 红尘 (hóng chén) the world of mortals (Buddhism) / worldly affairs. It’s a part of a poem, the actual phrase is 看破红尘 ( kān pò hóng chén) to see through the world of mortals or to see through red dust/ disillusioned with human society to reject the world for a monastic life

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“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.