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Shameless Ghost King Is My Husband!

“Ah! My… My husband…” "You, my dear wife, is the sweet I craved the most." “You know how to talk,” Ying Yue flushed and felt the bite to his lips. “Ah Yue,” a breathless deep chuckle made his body shivered, “The times I spent with you, touch you, and taste you will never satisfy me.” *** Ying Yue was Heaven’s Chosen, a person gifted to bring peace, balance, and rid the world of evil. He was full of pureness and hope! Only problem? He fell deeply for the shameless Ghost King, Wang Li. Wang Li, a person gifted to bring chaos and death, had waited centuries for Ying Yue. Now that he had Heaven’s Chosen, he would never let Ying Yue go. A beauty like Ying Yue was meant only for him. With their marriage, the truth of their love brought a curse and a prophecy for the Ghost King’s death. The worst part? Ying Yue was the one fated to kill his husband. What should he do to keep this love with Wang Li? What had to be sacrificed to preserve it? Was he willing to? That aside, He had also married a horny shameless king! And he… He dared to declare that he regretted nothing. “I want to take your innocence, your body, your heart, your lips. Everything, my beloved wife. I am not whole without you.” Yep, he regretted nothing. == *WPC 159- Gold Tier Winner* *SMUT starts chapter 16 and throughout future chapters.* Other TAGS: Fate, Death, Childhood Love

MichelleLeeee · LGBT+
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What About Me

Years. So many moons and time went by in this quiet world. Wang Li and Ying Yue followed what the Jade Emperor said. His husband would come visit him early in the morning as the sun was rising when the Festival arrived. Then, he would leave late in the night.

Yet, when Wang Li was away, Ying Yue went through different stages whenever his lover was no longer with him.

Some days, Ying Yue would stare at the moon and smiled, being reminded of his husband's eyes. Some days, he would cry himself to sleep due to loneliness without his lover. Some days, he would laugh and sigh listening to Wang Li retell stories-some fictitious- through the messenger butterfly.

Other times, he would play his guqin, play their songs as memories flowed through each pluck of the silken strings. Other times, he relived the paintings, the drawings from centuries before and even new ones that his husband had drawn.

"What are you looking at Grandmaster Yue?"