My Childhood Sweetheart Is a Crazy Beauty - Chapter 38 - Female Hooligan

Due to investigating an arms case, he was forced to become a gigolo, from then on, the cute little loli, the sweet and pure young married woman, the cold and aloof CEO beauty, and all kinds of other beauties surrounded him.

Ruan is good at reading books.
Moreover, it is the white lotus fiancée of the heroine’s early dead father in the novel of the dog-blooded wealthy.
Ruan Hao: Is there such a good thing?
I wanted to raise a puppy and run away with money as an adult, but I accidentally found that the hostess table was full of books—
“Thirty-six Strategies for Wisdom Fighting Stepmothers”, “How to Get a Fox Spirit to Go Out of the House”, “One Hundred Ways to Straighten a Bent”
Ruan Hao: ? ? Did something weird get in there?
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Yan Ning grew up in the smoke of a wealthy family, and with the ability to make money, he was able to call the wind and the rain in the school. As a result, when he was seventeen, he was an orphan.
Her father also asked the vixen who wanted to kill her to fight for the family property to take care of her.
In the beginning, Yan Ning: Vixen, either you die or I live! Provoked me and didn’t end well!
Later, Yan Ning blocked the fox spirit at the door of the house and said the most cowardly words in the toughest tone: Be my girlfriend! I beg you!
Vixen Ruan Hao: … The way this book is opened is not right.

The age difference is six years old, no sweetness, no money
Acting school white cut black school tyrant x cute heartthrob president
-Where you are, I belong.

#This is an ordinary love story that everyone thinks the other party wants to kill you#
#Ruan Hao has no relationship with the heroine’s father#
#The protagonists are all adults when they are in love, no blood relationship and legal kinship#

Content Labels: Happy Enemy System Sweet Text Wearing Books
Search keywords: protagonists: Yan Ning, Ruan Hao
One-sentence introduction: The little wolf dog, the eternal god
Purpose: To carry forward the spirit of righteousness and courage, and build a harmonious society together

- Description from novelbuddy

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.