My Wife, The Ice Queen President - Chapter 105 - : Let’s Get Divorced_1

In a romance novel called “The Secret Lovers of the Academy” the male lead would often torment his fiancée–but wait, why did she cross into this world to become his fiancée, the villainess, instead of the heroine?

Waking in a strange yet familiar room the main character now will rise to the top of one most dangerous worlds of fiction with his new cheat.

All the guests participating in the love variety show traveled to the infinite game and bound the love variety system.

[Guests, please start a heart-pounding date in a romantic place~]

Guests: … Romantic venues, do you mean Scream Amusement Park, Deadly Aquarium and Wraith Hotel?

When tasks are issued:
[The scorching heat is too hard to bear, please buy an ice cream for your companion! ]

Guest A looked at the scary clown with a row of sharp teeth in front of him, saliva even dripping on the ice cream, and swallowed hard.

[Please arrange a perfect candlelight dinner for your companions! ]

Guest B saw that the last person who was sent into the kitchen in the pot did not come out again, fell into deep thought, and looked down at the pot he was in.
[Please be the winner in this shooting game and win big prizes for your companions! ]
Guest C was tied to the target, looking in horror at the ghosts and guest D with a gun around him.
Guest D…Guest D tore up ghosts on the spot, snatched the big prize, and cleared the dungeon with a group of guests.
Live viewer: Wait, isn’t she a lazy and greedy waste? ! Why can everything?
Jiang Jingzhe: (without changing expression) This is a skill I learned in a dream before.
Jiang Jingzhe, 19 years old, female, got a job after coming out of the main god’s space and became an annoying female guest in a romance show. Now she is forced to retire and return to her job.
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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.