The Transmigration Routine of Always Being Captured by ML - Chapter 134

From the outside, Nana’s life seemed simple. She had everything she had ever wanted: a cute but rascally pair of twin brothers, a best friend, and her own restaurant. Nana couldn’t ask for anything more; she was happy and content in her life.

As a gourd in the sweet day girl group, Qi Ke has countless CPs in the group, and only has a normal relationship with the captain Song Yushi, and has no sense of CP.

Three hundred cp fans on the whole network are ridiculed every day: such a difficult cp, how are your teeth?

CP Fan Buddhist Department: I said jumping off the building, then ask Lalang.

Some good people even opened a trumpet, called: Did Qi Ke and Song Yushi know each other today?

Three years later, the girl group disbanded, and Qi Ke and Song Yushi were each beautiful and continued to be unfamiliar.

Suddenly one day, a group of internal narcissists: Wait, I seem to get Qi Yu’s CP feeling.

As a result, Qi Ke and Song Yushi’s candy spots were picked out one by one.

Qi Ke’s ring was given by Song Yushi.

The wardrobes of Qi Ke and Song Yushi are shared, and the same styles are numerous.

During the second tour of Sweet day, Qi Ke mentioned the person who accompanied her through the most unknown years, and looked at Song Yushi.

In the last episode of the third season of Sweet day, the video of Song Yushi’s solo dance was shot by Qi Ke. Qi Ke voted for the most beautiful player in the team, and Song Yushi was selected.

Netizen: I won’t watch the romantic variety show next season without the two of them, so hurry up and tie it up for me!

The netizens were crazy, and the company couldn’t sit still. They found two people and proposed a marketing strategy for CP.

Song Yushi: …but we have broken up.

company:! ! !

Qi Ke: How can I do business CP with my ex-girlfriend group so that I can be in the show without letting her see that I still like her? Hurry, wait online!

half year later.

@Today Qi Ke and Song Yushi know each other: Thank you for your invitation, we are talking.

The first lead singer of the salt and the sweet x the almighty captain of the flower of Kaolin

Qiangqiang, broken mirror and reunion

Natural bend x deep cabinet

Content tags: strong, reunion, entertainment, sweet text

Search keywords: Protagonists: Song Yushi, Qi Ke ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received “Fake Love [Entertainment Circle]” for collection ┃ Others: Tianwen, next year

One sentence introduction: and we are forced to open business

Concept: Promote team spirit, learn unity is strength.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Main Plot Completed]A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end.-----Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill?Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her?Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate?-----Excerpt-“If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met.” Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred.“If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him.He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.”She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?”“Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.”Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel.“You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse.He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.”She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?”“Guess?”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.