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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]

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Chapter 303: This Lord is Coming Over to Squeeze in With You…

Shen Qinghe hurriedly followed him and watched as Dongfang Wuya climbed onto her own bed, even hugging her pillow which she used to sleep with, performing a series of actions as if he had done them countless times.

He seemed as comfortable as if he were in his own bed, even though this was her bed.

Dongfang Wuya hugged the pillow and sniffed at it, then frowned, "Why doesn't it have your scent?"

Shen Qinghe was rendered speechless by Dongfang Wuya's question.

Dongfang Wuya sniffed again, "You have a faint scent of fresh grass about you, it should be on the pillow as well, why isn't it?"

Shen Qinghe had heard more than once that she carried the scent of fresh grass, but Dongfang Wuya had never met her before, how could he know about it?

Why did she feel a strange sense of familiarity when she saw Dongfang Wuya?

Even seeing him lying on her bed, she felt it was only natural...