Holding On to My Man - Chapter 30

He is an undead who is devoid of all humanity, he is the one and only supreme overlord, he is a man who has severe mysophobia.

On the night of her coming-of-age ceremony, Nan Zhi is lured into a trap by the people closest to her and falls pregnant.

Four years later, she returns with her son.

A respected and domineering man suddenly barges into her world.

“Speak! Who is the child’s father?”

An adorable child holding a water gun appears out of nowhere, shouting, “Who is this wild man? How dare he snatch Brother Jie’s goddess?!”

From then on, two small domineering brats and a manchild are added to her world.

In the middle of the night, he sneaks into her room, pressing a heated kiss onto her lips.

“Woman, do you know what’s the result of stealing my seed?”

“What?”

“From now on, you have to let me kiss and pamper you everyday.”

Erm… How was her inability to walk the next day, the result of his pampering?

Original Title: “Blackened Bosses Are All My Boyfriends”
[I could have endured the darkness if I had never seen the sun). ]
Su Jingyan is an npc in n horror novels. Every character he plays is a heartthrob, and he has been loved by thousands of people throughout his life.
Just like the bright moon in the world, the darling of God, everyone can’t wait to hold their hearts and make him smile.
The time traveler loves him, the reincarnated loves him, the reincarnated loves him, even Satan who hides in the dark loves him.
Others are hell, but you are my world.
Su Jingyan is a heartthrob, and he is very satisfied with his boyfriend, but strangely, the whole world is telling him: “Run! Your boyfriend is dangerous! He is a ghost! He will kill you later !”
Su Jingyan turned his head and looked at the man who smiled at him like a spring breeze, and then replied flatly, “Oh.” I believe you.
“…” Damn, I’m telling the truth.
The next second, the person died.
In the dead of night.
The man stared closely at Su Jingyan who had fallen asleep.
The knife in his hand shone with a cold light.
After standing there for an unknown amount of time, the man put away the knife, turned around and hugged the young man even tighter.
Don’t have the idea of ​​leaving me, or I will kill you in jealousy.
Baby, you are so good.
This article is also known as: “Turning Horror Novels into Sweet Love Articles”
“My old gong can’t possibly kill me! ”
① 1v1, change the soup but not the medicine, the love line is absolutely sweet max, the attack and the world have no memory, but it will be love at first sight.
②Focus on super possessive, sick and aggressive for a hundred years (狗头)
Shou’s attribute is a healing cutie who will always fall in love with Gong at first sight. The two are each other’s Yangou, no matter how you look at it, they feel that each other is good everywhere, as long as the shou is attacked a little bit, it is easy to blush (emphasis, some people may not like this type of shou.)
③Reject ky, decline to pick up the list.
④ Unconventional unlimited streaming, mainly for dating. (dog head)
⑤Every comment will be replied, I love you, if you like me, remember to pay attention to the column.
⑥ Screenshot taken on February 19, 2020.
Content tags: Unlimited Stream Sweet Text Fast Transmigration Book Transmigration
Search keywords: Protagonist: Su Jingyan (Mirror is as calm as the heart, unswerving in words)┃Supporting role: Lu Yichen (Dancer in Yishui, Xijiao Nanchen)┃Others:
One sentence introduction: Others are hell, but you are my world.
Conception: Redeem each other, be unique to each other, do not live without madness, love thousands of times.

- Description from novelbuddy

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”