Dragon Poor - Chapter 230

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Han Yang never thought he would one day sell himself into a marriage with another man. He believed his life would be mundane but that man, named HeLian Qing, broke his pre-planned life. Parental debt, a child’s compensation, he had no chance whatsoever to resist, he has no ability to resist.

When Shen Suhe opened his eyes, he saw a delicate woman banging her head against a pillar rather than die, and scolding her as a bastard to take over the girls on the street!

Shen Suhe: “???” I’m also a girl, I didn’t want to insult your innocence!

Originally a group of bad reputation, lustful, arrogant, and despised by everyone!

Shen Suhe struggled hard after wearing it, struggling to improve his reputation. Until one day, there was a weak and beautiful man on her bed.

The beautiful man was weak and wounded, and was engraved by someone, and there were bells ringing wherever he went.

The crowd exploded.

“Shen Suhe, beast! So beautiful and so cruel!”

“Shen Suhe can’t die! You actually engraved letters and hung bells for all the men. How is this different from a pet?”

“Curse Shen Suhe again! Now he’s actually attacking such a beautiful man! Crude, disgusting, bah!”

Shen Suhe: “…” I didn’t, I wasn’t!

Until one day, everyone discovered that this weak and beautiful man was aggressive and ferocious! Feet on tired bones! !

Everyone was trembling with tears in their eyes, and only then did they realize that Shen Suhe’s servant was a good person.

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Su Ye rested on Shen Suhe’s shoulder, his hands were stained with blood, but he still looked weak and aggrieved: “Ahe, your hands hurt.”

Shen Suhe hugged the person and coaxed: “Good, it won’t hurt in a while.”

Su Ye’s hostility instantly dissipated: “Ahe, you are mine~”

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When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.