MTL - Master Qin’s Real Young Lady Is Gorgeous And Flirty - Chapter 162 He was actually tricked by this woman!

The contract says she can’t share his bed, but nothing stops him from getting into hers…Rain Clayton’s life takes an unexpected turn when she discovers she’s suddenly married to a billionaire named Alexander Lancaster, a powerful and dangerously captivating man who wants their marriage over before it even begins...Raised by a family that never cared for her and desperate to avoid a twisted arranged marriage, Rain seizes this unexpected twist of fate. Her new husband might be a cold-hearted billionaire, but he's her only escape. Yet Alexander demands a swift divorce.Refusing to lose her one chance at freedom, Rain strikes a risky bargain to keep their marriage alive, even if it means playing by Alexander’s rules. She just has to convince him to want her around… FOREVER.Weeks into their unexpected arrangement, Rain begins to see through Alexander’s icy exterior. But one night, she’s taken by surprise.“What are you doing?” Rain burst out, eyes wide as Alexander casually slid into her bed.“Performing husbandly duties,” he smirked.“You can’t stay here! It’s against the contract!”“I’m not breaking it,” Alexander said with a shrug. “The contract specifies that you’ll fulfill all wifely duties, excluding sharing my bed. It doesn’t say anything about me not performing husbandly duties, including sharing your bed.”The situation had shifted, and it seemed like she was no longer the only one in control...[Warning: r18+/strong mature & sexual content]

When Shen Zhifan awoke, he had become the nation’s male god.

The type of male god that everyone in the world, crying and shouting, wants to marry.

However, because the General (who lives next door) has a fiancee who fell in love with Shen Zhifan, the General absolutely hates him.

Shen Zhifan, who has always thought of the General as his male god, was crushed.

*My Male God has become my rival in love. Every day his ice-cube face looks like he desperately wants to hack me to death.*

*Esteemed General, I don’t even have a sliver of affection for your fiancee. I’ve long given up any hope of love – right now, I just want to get rich.*

Luckily, the General’s cat really likes him, and always wants to……climb into his bed.

Ice-cube face, damn mensao, cat General gong x very good-looking shou

The gong’s cat form is a Blue Ragdoll Cat, his cat form is so devastatingly gorgeous that if you don’t buy him you’re not human.

Sweetness is justice. Both sides are secretly in love. Senselessly sweet. Logic is dead, please don’t be too confused.

- Description from Novelupdates

Lu Xun was beheading demons and exterminating evil, not knowing what a worthy opponent was. On that day, Lu Xun found himself defenseless as he was beaten by a powerful female demon, unable to fight back, and was forced into marriage with a young demoness.“A real man should not dwell under the influence of demons for too long!”With impassioned words, Lu Xun successfully married into the demon clan. The young demoness was a 400-year-old golden snake, cold as ice, and arrogant. The powerful female demon was a thousand-year-old white snake, mature and charming, with captivating beauty. The little female demon was a 200-year-old fox, mischievous and adorable, full of liveliness.“Something’s not right!”“These female demons are not normal!”However, Lu Xun gradually discovered that not only were these female demons suspicious, but there were even more peculiar things happening outside!

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”