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)
Thalassotélos — XXI
A single word from the dragon's mouth had Hu Lijing bowing his head in utter shame as the sinister tendrils of guilt, self-loathing and fear curled in his guts, swirling and expanding as they claws at his chest, the suffocating feeling of it making it hard for him to breath as he curled into himself, hugging his body as he looked at his lap.
The silence — thick and tense — that followed Long ZhenHai's disbelieving and hushed question was deafening in Hu Lijing's ears, the tightness in his chest made him choke as his throat constricted as if an invisible hand was wrapped around his neck and viciously choking him.
For a moment, Hu Lijing didn't know what to do. His sluggish mind raced in a desperate struggle as the wheels in it turned, the organ trying its hardest to make the nine-tailed fox breathe properly.
To no avail.