Desire - Chapter 31 - A Magical Time (3)

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.

Gu Qingcheng has a fiery temper and is a well-known little princess in Jiangcheng, and she has a good boyfriend who spoils her to the sky.

Only her boyfriend’s cousin, Huo Sicheng, opposed her everywhere, and the two were notoriously deadly rivals.

However, at the engagement banquet, when Gu Qingcheng regretted the marriage in public and announced that she was going to marry the disabled Huo Sicheng who was in a wheelchair, the jaws of all the guests dropped in shock.

Just when everyone thought that the couple would fight to the death in private, guessing that either one of them wanted to keep their husband widowed or the other wanted to keep their wife widowed, but the fact is…

“Husband, I’m stuck in traffic and come back a few minutes late. Open the door and let me in.” Gu Qingcheng knocked on the bedroom door with a pitiful expression.

“Sleeping in the living room.” Huo Shao’s indifferent voice came from the room.

“Honey, someone bullied me today.”

The person who bullied Gu Qingcheng disappeared the next day.

“Honey, they all say I’m so fierce.”

Huo Shao glanced at Gu Qingcheng, and opened his thin lips lightly: “They are talking nonsense, you are not fierce at all.”

From then on, Gu Qingcheng set fire to Huo Shao and handed firewood, Gu Qingcheng abused the scum and Huo Shao handed the knife, and the husband and wife worked together without getting tired.

Only Gu Qingcheng knew that before her rebirth, she was provoked and misunderstood by a scumbag to misunderstand Huo Sicheng. After her rebirth, she abused the scum and slapped him in the face, and loved Huo Sicheng with her life.

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Song Yang was a Mercenary King in his previous life, killed by a stray bullet. He transmigrated to a world of cultivation, where the ability to control clouds and move mountains is commonplace.In this life, after taking over the body of a prince who had lost everything, he awakened a system that granted him a legion of thousands of cultivators in the Saint Realm from the start, and thus his story began.Creating a Shura Palace that made the whole continent tremble as soon as it heard his name.Be it a Saint from a Holy Land, an Emperor from a Powerful Empire? An ancestor from a powerful family?No matter who it is, as long as they pay the corresponding price, Shura Palace can kill.

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”