Night of the Broken Gliph - Chapter 28

Because of his master’s wine, he had somehow become the husband of a cold CEO — I’m still a virgin, please be gentle. He was from an ancient sect and had both Buddhism and Dao cultivation methods. The youth Qin Wu stepped out of the great mountain once again, stirring up the winds and clouds in the city.

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recovery. However, I will try my best to work ahead and store drafts. If there are no surprises, the release will be around June 25th. Sending love, happy Dragon Boat Festival. Wishing you peace and joy. / 6.25: I still need to spend quite a long time accompanying her in the hospital. I'm willing but powerless, so the new book will be delayed. Dear readers, please don't wait.Transmigrated as cannon fodder, Tian Sangsang vows to turn her life around.Dark-skinned? I have white teeth.Fat? I can lose weight.Poor? I possess a space.So what if I'm ugly? My son is handsome!The handsome son's father: Ten miles of spring wind are not as good as you~(Note: Not traditional, the heroine has a 'golden thigh' but does not cultivate immortality. Also, the fourth volume actually starts from chapter 288 due to an error in volume arrangement, apologies. If you like this book, please vote for it, thank you!)

She was a peerless genius in the 24th Century – all she needed was a silver needle and she could practically bring anyone back from the dead.

After an explosion, she crossed over into a strange world; everyone calls her “Miss.” The previous “Miss” before had no contractual spirit, was weak and incompetent, and even the fiancé comes over with a new love and bullies her?

Now that she has taken over, who dares to act so presumptuously around her? With needles in hand, the world is for her to own! Wherever she goes, miracles follow! However, she saved a pest. What was she thinking when she saved that man. His stunning demeanor and impeccable face is a huge contrast to his cruel actions. He tries all ways to win her over.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.