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Was it you that night?

On the eve of their wedding, Yan Changsheng brought back a girl and publicly called off the marriage. Only then did Shen Qinghe realize that Yan Changsheng was the crazy male lead from a book, and the girl was the irresistible female protagonist. As for her, she was just early cannon fodder fated to die, and her elder sister was the malevolent female supporting character whom everyone wanted to beat up. Tsk, the plot is just freaking ridiculous! After awakening, Shen Qinghe busied herself with cultivation, protecting her elder sister. Yet, unknowingly seizing the female protagonist's luck, she attracted several crazy male leads, each of them forcibly taking what they wanted from her. She thought Dongfang Wuya was relatively normal, but who knew he was crazier, actually seizing the position of Heavenly Emperor and then forcibly marrying her to become the Heavenly Empress! ** As the high and mighty belle of the cultivation world, Dongfang Wuya had countless admirers and fans. Yet he was devoted to cultivation, treating love as if it were dirt. Initially thinking Shen Qinghe was deeply in love with him, he sternly advised her, "Focus on your cultivation, do not get distracted by romantic entanglements!" Later, irked by her dedication to cultivation, he pressed her into his arms and kissed her, seductively coaxing with a playful smile, "Be my Daoist companion, and I'll aid you in cultivation, hmm?" [Asura Field, Cremation Ground, Male Rivalry, Su Wen]

Ten million · Fantasy
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Chapter 46: Kissed by Her

The space on the Zen Chair was limited, Shen Qinghe had just sat down when her legs unavoidably brushed against Dongfang Wuya's long legs, which had nowhere else to rest.

She sat stiffly, daring not to move, yet the warmth radiating from the man's legs followed her like a shadow, constantly reminding her that she was too close to a young man.

Dongfang Wuya, however, was unaware of Shen Qinghe's complex emotions and did not notice her discomfort. Seeing Shen Qinghe sitting with her little face stiff and looking straight at the Execution Platform without a glance elsewhere, he thought her expression not that of a spectator but rather of someone undergoing punishment.

"What are you nervous about?" Dongfang Wuya asked, puzzled, leaning close to Shen Qinghe, his long legs nearly pressing against her delicate ones.