Kiss Goodnight, Mr.Ji - Chapter 1833 1833

Crossing into a different world and impersonating the Lord of a city, a city encompassing five hundred miles, an elder sister having celestial beauty, and double digit number of lovers.

Tasked to revive a perilous family, Lanling, a third year university student, felt an overbearing pressure on his shoulders.

Hosting the Demon Star in his body, he can directly devour other people’s force and make it his own, he crossed through with a sole mission: To Utterly Destroy This World!

From being the Lord of Tianshui City, becoming the Queen’s husband, to being the World Destroying Demonic Emperor, he became the King of the entire world.

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Arthur Morgan is an ordinary adult who ended up in the chaotic Marvel universe.He just wanted to be a discreet writer and make money from his books.It also has a 'cheat'.A daily login system.As the name suggests, whenever he logs in once a day he gains something from the system, ranging from skills to completely useless items.…One day, Arthur found a blonde girl passed out at the door of his house.“Why the hell is there a girl passed out on my doorstep!?”

Lin Nuannuan never expected to transmigrate from a simple bath!

She could handle that, but why did she transmigrate into a world of Beastmen?

There are handsome Beastmen draped in animal hide everywhere. And all of them have their long legs exposed!

What? The tiger and white wolf wants to marry me!? NO! NO! NO!

Nothing good comes from a love that transcends species. Give up!

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?”