New Father: Empress Appearing On My Doorstep With Our Daughters - Chapter 22 - These Babies Are Really Dependent on Me!

In a heartthrob novel about the heroine, the heroine is an amateur and became popular on the Internet with a love variety show. However, the female tutor in the love variety show was scolded out of the entertainment industry because of negative news such as low EQ and wanting to unspoken rules for male guests.

As good as he could die, Lu Yan, a salted fish, transmigrated into this female tutor.

The amateurs participating in the variety show this time are not ordinary people.
There are rich second generations who can play casually and inherit the family business when they return home.

There is also the female bully boss who started her own company.

There are also male racing drivers with foreign royal blood.

But what does that have to do with Lu Yan?

When the male and female guests flirted with each other, Lu Yan commented with a paralyzed face, “The man is too greasy and uses too much force. He looks like an old sea king.”

When the new male guest introduced himself, Lu Yan had no expression on his face, “Versailles tastes too strong, and it looks like a master of Versailles.”

When the female guest blinked her deer-like eyes and sucked in fans, Lu said, “It smells like high-end green tea.”

Because of a pair of invincible green tea eyes, and real’s straightforward speech, Lu Yan became famous overnight.
The fire is very hot.
Lu Yan had a world-weary face and lacked interest, “Don’t be infatuated with sister, she is just a legend.”
Later, the actor who is also a mentor asked Lu Yan with a smile, “Teacher Lu, look, which one am I?”

One sentence introduction: Sister is just a legend
Conception: Jedi counterattack, turn against the wind, create myth
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- Description from novelbuddy

Leo is an academic genius who enrolled in one of the top universities in the world for the rich and powerful, but he was born in a common family, which was more than enough of a reason for the other students to mess with him.

[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.