illicit relationship - Chapter 1724 I’m Tired

After the continent of the nine clouds, the continent of the gods, Lin Feng, a proud cultivator, journeys to exciting new worlds. There is more trouble on the horizon, will he be strong enough? See his journey…

A teenager finds himself in the Marvel World with the Dragon Balls, and has to find a way to survive!

Shenron: “Say your wish! Any wish can be granted, but you only get one…”

Teenager: “Any wish could be granted?”

Shenron: “Of course!”

“Great!”

Teenager: “Shenron, please get me out of the Marvel World; return me to my original world!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

“….”

Teenager: “What? What were you bragging about then, saying you can grant any wish?”

Shenron: “Your body is from this world, therefore….”

“….”

Teenager: “Okay, then give me the power of a Super Saiyan! I want be able to beat Thor and Hulk, surpass Captain America and Iron Man!”

Shenron: “I’m sorry, I can’t do that…”

Teenager: “Worthless dragon! What can you do?”

Shenron: “I can…”

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My old man pointed to the flower-like woman and said, "Call her mother from now on." He then pointed to a flower-bud-like girl and said, "This is your little sister."

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”