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Reborn To Be The Imperial Consort [BL]

(I owe everyone 10 chapters.) [The Imperial Consort could have been so much more than what we were shown.] --- Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader. When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague. Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he? No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/"what-if" version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel. Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem?? What about the Female Lead? Later: Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang? ML: Don't want to. Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why? ML: Are you pushing me away? Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ --- 100-150 PS = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 25, 50, 75... Golden Tickets = 1 extra chapter on Sunday 3-5 Gifts = 1 extra chapters (or more depending on the value of the gifts)

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125 Chs

Zopyra — XXII (SM)

Warning: Non-consensual kissing.

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Naturally, Hu Lijing wouldn't be able to hear him since he had fainted but Long ZhenHai continued talking anyway as he shifted slightly and gingerly gathered the nine-tailed fox in his arms, embracing him carefully as though he was holding a porcelain doll.

At this point, Hu Lijing may as well be a porcelain doll.

Gently, Long ZhenHai rested his chin on the man's head, his fingers fiddling with the damning shackles that bound the divine fox's core, restricting all the Qi that flowed inside his meridians to a single focal point.

Long ZhenHai had half a mind of destroying those chains and so — like a responsible person — he tried doing so without preamble, only to discover that much like the bars of this prison, these damned chains would repair on their own too, much to his chagrin.