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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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Spoilt princess

Qie Xieling's waist was suddenly grabbed and his feet almost lifted off the ground. "Muchen, how the fuck are you this strong?" he said with a dumbfounded look on his face. He was taller and their body size was almost the same so how was it that he was always treated like a light paperweight? 

"Give me that. You will have a tummy ache tomorrow if you keep eating that. They use too much artificial chilly," said Luo Muchen grabbing the bag with ease. 

Qie Xieling turned around quickly and tried to grab it. The height advantage he had seemed to give him confidence but Luo Muchen wasn't easy to deal with. He ended up distracted with something else and that was Luo Muchen's chest pressed against him. 

"What are you cooking?" he asked but his gaze was lingering on the chest muscles outlined underneath the t-shirt. He subconsciously reached out to squeeze those pectoral muscles fondling him like a certified groper.