My Supermodel Wife - Chapter 67 - Opening Of Milan Fashion Week

WINNER: 3rd Place, 2021 Werewolf Competition

[Mature Content]

After escaping suicide forest, August Moon finds that she has only gone deeper into the mysteries it holds. Lycans exist. But maybe she is something even stranger...

With a clandestine experimental pandemic, a decade-old murder mystery, and a timeless prejudice against strange members within the lycan community all simmering in the periphery of her newfound surroundings, August must fight to discover her own truth alongside a fierce and possessive male who claims to be her mate.

A woman from ancient times falls in love with her soulmate.

Lin Tantan was a die-hard fan of Ye Xiao, the most powerful person in the apocalypse. After her death, she went to the beginning of the apocalypse more than three hundred years ago. Her first wish was to protect Ye Xiao and his team, who were still relatively weak at this time, so that he would not go back to the original path of his teammates dying, and finally blowing himself up among the zombies.

Of course, to love someone is to love his CP together. Her second wish is to focus on protecting Ye Xiao’s vice-captain, so that these two lovers can open their hearts to each other bravely, and spend a happy life together. No more regrets.

Ye Xiao found that whenever he talked to Old Bai, that very powerful but also a little weird little girl always looked at them and smiled like an aunt. So, what was she laughing at?

After a long time, Ye Xiao blocked the little girl in a corner, kissed her forehead, and successfully saw the little girl instantly turned into a screaming chicken, and laughed in a low voice: “Who told you that Old Bai and I are a couple?”

Lin Tantan: “!!!”

What should I do if I want to fall in love with my idol?

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.