MTL - Divine Brilliance - ~ 1196 Kong Yaoding

Humanity has conquered half the galaxy and the Age of Mechs reigns supreme!Ves Larkinson lacked the genetic aptitude to become a famed mech pilot. Fighting against his fate, he studied mech design in order to express his love for mechs as a builder instead of a soldier.When Ves graduated from college, he returned to a new but empty boutique. Left with a small, newly founded mech workshop that his father painstakingly built with a mountain of debt, Ves somehow needs to make ends meet with the bank breathing down his neck.In the midst of his despair, he found salvation from another legacy his father had left."Welcome to the Mech Designer System. Please design your new mech."--Join The Mech Touch's unofficial Discord server: https://discord.gg/APB5KCU

Possessing Divine Skill defying the Heavenly Gods, equipped with unmatched medical expertise.Under the name of Martial God, guarding the world.In this colorful city, create the supreme legend.

The system asked: “What happened to the slag man?”
Bei Yu Tang answered: “Destroyed.”
The system asked again: “What happened to the boss?”
Bei Yu Tang immediately ran away!
Whether abuse of slag male or white lotus, she, Bei Yu Tang is very skilled.
But regarding abusing the boss, forget it!
Big BOSS’s fighting power is too strong, for small shrimp like her, it is still the best policy.
She did not want to destroy the boss, but was destroyed by the boss.
BOSS lord: “Wife, who do you want to destroy, let your husband do it.”
Bei Yu Tang excitedly replied: “System monarch.”
System: (face filled with tears and dead … …)
[Story of pampering, 1v1, Straightforward story, Easy and humorous]

- Description from 69shu translation

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?”