MTL - Love Like the Galaxy - Chapter 111

I’m a roleplayer. A gamer who creates characters according to their classes and happily acts as them.“Don’t… Touch me……”“Talk more and see if you can handle my wrath……”My current character was a Demon Knight who kept a Demon sealed in his right arm! One day while I was just acting as my character and enjoying the game as usual……“Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……? Log out.”[This command cannot be carried out.]“……???”And as if not being able to log out wasn’t enough…“You disgusting Demon! So you finally took over Sir Demon Knight’s body!”“My eyes cannot be deceived! Sir Demon Knight isn’t that kind!”Because of my damn companions I couldn’t even stop role playing!Can this role playing gamer faithful to their setting ever return to reality?

[The copy is too difficult to write]
Meng Xia is wearing a book, dressed as a substitute for the male protagonist Bai Yueguang in the book, a canary with a miserable fate
In order to change his fate, after recalling the plot, Meng Xia decided to hug Bai Yueguang, the male protagonist, the biggest boss in the book.
Ning Qingwan is beautiful and sassy, ​​and when it comes to Jiquan Tiancai, she is always indispensable.
One day, the little girl who looked exactly like her held a bunch of her supporters and asked her timidly, “Old…husband…are you in love.”
Ning Qingwan looked at the blushing little girl in front of her and couldn’t help teasing her, “What do you call me?”
【The small theater is too sweet】
Celebrities and amateurs’ love observation show “Fortunate to Met You” was launched, and Ning Qingwan was invited
The fans refused to tie up the CP, and they were arguing about it, but they found that her husband was always flirting with another female guest who looked like her, and the male guest became a background board.
Netizens asked: Am I looking at Ji with rotten eyes? How can I match my face?
Anonymous netizens replied: Thank you for the invitation [picture]
In the photo, Ning Qingwan held the face of someone else’s little girl, kissed her earnestly, and had a deep expression on her face.

【Eating Guide】
①The body is delicate and soft and easy to overthrow the innocent little soft and cute VS evildoer and paranoid sultry big guy Shuang Jie
②In the early stage, it was a two-way crush ~ big sweet and small abuse~~ ending he
③ There will be a mutual attack session, once (the old face is red: the kind of hands-on teaching)
④The character has no prototype, please do not substitute it ~ Anti-theft setting is 70%, 36 hours, if the subscription ratio is not enough, wait 36 ​​hours to see the new chapter ~ Wang Haihan.
【Highlight lightning protection】
①The author’s logic is useless, and all the plot characters are only for the sake of brainless sweetness, and I don’t like to be cautious. Decline the writing guide~ You are right
②The details can’t be detailed, and the comment area will not be enough to complain.

Content tags: A soft spot for entertainment, sweet text, through books
Search keywords: Protagonist: Meng Xia, Ning Qingwan ┃ Supporting role: “Never Forget GL” for advance receipt ~ Crab Crab ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: Ning Qingwan’s favorite dessert is Meng Xia
Intention: Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing

- Description from novelbuddy

Xu Yangyi, an 18-year-old high school student, for the reason that his older twin sister eloped with her girlfriend on the wedding day, was forced to be the surrogate bride by his own father. As a result, he became the wife of the man who should have been his brother-in-law.“You’ve gotta look at me carefully. I’m a man.” Xu Yangyi glared at He Jingyan, who was still getting fresh with him though he already knew Xu Yangyi was indeed a man.“Man?” He Jingyan fiddled with Xu Yangyi’s face with his big hand and gave him a sly smile, “You look identical with your sister, so it doesn’t matter!”

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself.Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans.***He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. “So, you laugh?” His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. “Hades, I—”“But you only laugh at other men's jokes,” he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. “Not your husband's.” The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us.A nervous chuckle escaped me. “You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake.”In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. “You can’t laugh at my jokes...” he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, “but you’ll come with my fingers.”I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment.“I don’t need your laughter,” he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. “I’ll have every other part of you instead.”