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Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy

Sequel of Saving the overbearing CEO.... Because of his dads' company, Qie Xieling didn't have an opportunity to have friends until he went to preschool. But when he thought he had made a friend she turned around and fawned over Luo Muchen abandoning him. Any other person would have gotten over it but he was just as petty as his father and as vengeful as his dad hence a rift that would deepen over the years was formed and Lin Lin wasn't mature about it. Each time he lay eyes on Luo Muchen he would sneer but all his friends liked the handsome heartbreaker so what choice did he have? Like a vengeful ghost, Luo Muchen haunted him day in and day out. He thought that Luo Muchen's sole purpose was to irritate him that is until they had to go into a game designed by a rival company, a game that was highly unethical and dangerous, to save Luo Muchen. Could someone explain to him why the annoying demon Muchen was pulling him into his embrace and calling out wife? It turns out a love rival was never a love rival but rather a love interest. Lin Lin, "F*ck" Wen Qinxi, "Watch your mouth, young man." Lin Lin, "...."

Andru_9788 · LGBT+
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702 Chs

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Luo Muchen moved slowly behind the lace curtain, his body obscured by the delicate fabric as he began to shed his outer robe. The movement of the fabric teased Qie Xieling, as it intermittently revealed patches of skin beneath, only to cover them again.

His blood rushed down south as he watched eagerly from behind the lace, unable to tear his eyes away from the tantalizing movements of Luo Muchen's body. Each new revelation sent a shiver of desire through him, making him hot all over with anticipation. When the lace swayed once more, Qie Xieling was treated to the sight of Luo Muchen taking off his inner shirt, revealing even more of his tantalizing skin.

Qie Xieling's breath caught in his throat at the sight of his husband. Luo Muchen was so beautiful, so breathtakingly gorgeous that he could hardly believe this was real. He longed to burst through the curtain and press him on the bed.