Trapped in Paradise - Chapter 72Vol 3. : Qianqian’s Diary

Qiao Xia, as TVE’s new entertainment reporter, had a good timing. She accidentally filmed her female cousin and her own fiancee’s scandal. And after one misfortune, a second misfortune got added ! When fighting helplessly alone, Qiao Xia, the pure and innocent little white rabbit, suddenly met the charming and arrogant male god – TVE’s crown prince Mu Liang.

Male God: Marry me.

Male God: I have a house, a car, a good looks, and also an unparalleled IQ. Where will you find such a good man?

Male god: My IQ is 130. Marry me, and you will never be defeated !

Qiao Xia: …So I’m afraid that means you’re not a fool ?

But when she fell in love with the male god and wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, the male god retracted…

Anrgy Qiao Xia : What kind of male god are you, you simply are a scumbag!

Male God: Alright, since you want to get married, I will be a bit unfair to you and marry you.

What Qiao Xia didn’t know was that the male god had kept her in his heart for more than ten years.

“I am your cloud, on which you can stand for the rest of your life, with which do whatever you want, on which you can watch the world’s scenery. Even if you fall, it will fall on me. I will stay with you even in danger.”

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Before his death, he was the only sword cultivator in the whole world, who dedicated his entire life to the path of sword immortality.

When he opened his eyes again, the world had completely changed. He began to cultivate the path of sword immortality again, slaying the heavenly way, shattering the universe with his will, and achieving the realm of sword immortality!

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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?