Affinity: Chaos - Chapter 1739: Creating Waves

“Will you marry me, Anais?” The male lead proposed to me. “What about Selena?” “Selena doesn’t matter. You’re the only one I’m interested in now.” Even without a hint of interest in the female lead. “I’m sorry, but I…” Before I could even utter my refusal, the refreshing sound of coins rang in my ears. [asdf has donated 100 points!] Accept and get ten thousand points “Shall we go pick out a ring first?” Forget about conscience; if it’s fun, that’s all that matters.

“The biggest blessing in my life was meeting you. The greatest misfortune was hurting you.” — Ye FeimoOn the night she finally confessed her feelings, Wen Nuan entered the wrong hotel room—and woke up in the arms of a stranger.Drunk, confused, and heartbroken, she never expected that one night to bind her to the ruthless and enigmatic CEO, Ye Feimo.To find her, he boldly posted a half-naked ad of her across the city. To own her, he made her sign a contract as his substitute lover.She thought it was love. He only saw her as a stand-in.When the woman he truly loved returned, Wen Nuan vanished without a trace.But it was already too late.Ye Feimo finally realized that the only woman he truly loved... was the one he let go.

Dewitt, known as the Iron Marshal, is now on the verge of death. Just when the whole empire thought he was not going to survive, a small fox came down from the sky. The little fox was so powerful that it woke up the Marshal who had been in a coma for a month with one paw. If Wen Jin knew that the price of his paw was to become the Marshal’s fiance, he would refuse, because the legendary, ferocious Marshal was a well-controlled villain, only touching his fluffy body every day.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…