The Sword God of the Universe - Chapter 677: Banter

Five years ago, Gu Qiqi’s best friend’s boyfriend cheated on her. She helped arrest someone, but she caught her fiancé. When she left, she was dragged into the room by a mysterious person…

Five years later, Gu Qiqi married Yan Haocheng, who had some problems in city A, with twins whose father was unknown. Everyone felt that Gu Qiqi must have married Yan Haocheng by virtue of his “special ability”.

But she didn’t know that it was Yan Haocheng who didn’t want to marry her. She was afraid that he would die alone, so she gave up and married.

Other people’s impression of Yan Haocheng is: cold, scary, and without desires.

Gu Qiqi’s impression of Yan Haocheng is: shameless, shameless, humanoid teddy.

Others rely on beauty to attract men, but Gu Qiqi only needs to wink at the child to turn her man into a puppy.

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?