MTL - Ancient One - Chapter 3 Surgical Association

Wen Er girl is unparalleled in beauty, but when people mention it, she has to sigh because she was born dumb. Unexpectedly, one day, the second girl Wen, who fell from the wall and hit Prince Jing’s body, suddenly spoke.

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Jiang Hao passed through ordinary people and was forced to be sold into the Demon Sect and became a disciple of the Demon Sect.

I wanted to cultivate with peace of mind to become stronger a little bit so that I could survive in the world of self-cultivation, but was “humiliated” by a female devil in every possible way.

There is a huge disparity in strength, and he can only endure the humiliation and survive, hoping not to meet each other again.

Without a backer, he was favored by the Demon Sect’s headmaster and was able to practice with peace of mind. When he became the chief disciple and met the headmaster, he was stunned.

Looking at the beautiful face of the other party, he couldn’t smile a little. Isn’t this the female devil?

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After waking up from a car accident, not only was I alive, I had also gained a new ability. If I stare at someone or a photo for three seconds, I’m able to see whom and when they shall marry… The 18th tier small-time actor Shen Chuchu knew that with this skill, her mother would never have to worry that she will starve to death again. She would put down her roots on Weibo first, then open a matchmaking store on Taobao.* “Your husband is a close friend and you will be married in March next year. You will have a happy marriage.” “Your husband will appear at your company’s dessert store soon, so remember to keep a close watch every day.” …… *Note: Weibo is a popular social media app in China with functions similar to Twitter. Taobao is basically the Chinese eBay/Amazon. A certain amateur celebrity is already married? A certain director’s wife is going to have an accident soon? One day, someone came to her for matchmaking. “Sorry, lady. Fortune-telling requires fate, and it seems like we don’t have that between us.” “Isn’t this just about money? As long as you can figure out my son’s marriage, I can pay you tenfold. No matter how much!” F***ing hell, it wasn’t that she wouldn’t predict the match. The arrogant CEO’s future spouse was actually her.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”