MTL - My Girlfriend Is Really a Superstar - Chapter 84 3 days

Liu Xuefeng was a normal boy who had it all planned: get to the same university as his best friend Tianshi and win her love, spending the rest of his life with her.

My name is Chen Mo, a gaming nerd.Recently, I've been obsessed with a single-player game called “Absolute Immortal” and have defeated the final boss, [Lady Yu], over a hundred times using cheats.Then, I transmigrated.I became Lady Yu's lackey.On my first day at work, why does it feel like Her Majesty is looking at me strangely...?...My name is Yu Youhan, Imperial Consort of the Yuan Dynasty, with immense cultivation power, dominating the nine provinces.I recently had a 'dream'.In the dream, I was wantonly tormented by a man, utterly powerless.I initially thought it was a mistake in my cultivation, thus giving rise to a heart demon, until that 'inner demon' appeared right in front of me......Within the high walls of the deep palace.'There are many ways to conquer a heart demon, it doesn't necessarily have to be through force...''Your Majesty, I, I admit defeat!''Who allowed you to admit defeat? Dare to defy this palace, and you'll be punished for another hour!''...'

Entered the academy in the game.

With unbalancing skills that destroy the balance of the game’s original storyline.

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.