Forcing Me to Be Reborn?! - Chapter 9 - 8: The Warmth Technique

Zhen Yuanbai, the good student, accidentally injured Shi Bufan, the school bully, after a crash. Blood spilled everywhere.

After the ambulance took Shi Bufan to the hospital, Zhen Yuanbai walked home, trembling in fear. He pleads for his parents to transfer him to another school. As expected, his parents rejected his request.

Zhen Yuanbai has no choice but to brace himself to go and apologize to Shi Bufan. Hopefully, he will show mercy while giving him a beating.

Who knew —

Shi Bufan had amnesia.

Zhen Yuanbai couldn’t control his happiness. You really don’t know me? I’m your friend. After he lied and claimed to be Shi Bufan’s friend, Zhen Yuanbai quickly realized that he looked at himself strangely.

Until one day, Shi Bufan pushed him against the wall. He pecked his bewildered face and lowly chuckled. What friends? I knew that you like me and used this opportunity to get close to me… Be good. I’ll give you a chance. Call me hubby.

Zhen Yuanbai was speechless.

Wake up!

Don’t mention that I like you as a friend when I was the one who caused you the injury!

Submissive: Because he, a well-behaved and timid good student, was scared of being beaten up, he lied to the school bully. Confusedly, he ended up in a relationship with Shi Bufan.

Dominant: After losing his memory, he ended up fake dating Zhen Yuanbai, thinking that the latter was in love with him.

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After being sent to another world because of a god's mistake, Lin Fan obtained the ability to...tame?

“What? As long as I raise affection, I can tame anything? Even gods?”

“Could I even make a harem with this power?”

After Chu Xia transmigrated, the villain forcefully grabbed onto his chin. With a gloomy expression and dark eyes, he coldly said, “Since you really enjoy hiring people to ruin others, why don’t you get a taste of your own medicine today.”

Chu Xia glanced at the goons standing behind the villain with eyes filled with a third of ridicule, a third of disgust, and a fourth of disappointment: That’s it? That’s all you got?

Gong before: He isn’t worthy of being compared to XXX. / Stay away from me, don’t touch me. / I’m straight, don’t get any ideas…

Gong after: So fragrant.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.