Young Master Damien's Pet - Chapter 691 Wind Bearer- Part 1

I dedicated 10 years of my life, focusing solely on regression.[Authority: Death Regression has naturally been nullified.

It took a long time for Yu Qingjia to learn that she was the original heroine in a Mary Sue Novel, and the other party held the female supporting system in their hands, and She was gearing up to grab her opportunity.

Hehe…

Anyway, sooner or later, she’s going to die, so it’s better to live a more comfortable life. Yu Qingjia completely let herself go, relying on her status as a legitimate daughter, she played her life against her father’s new beautiful concubine. This little concubine is not a good stubble either, as they come and go, the relationship between the two of them becomes bigger and bigger. Later, she gradually realized that something was wrong.

Why is her formidable enemy a ‘man’?

He is also a wanted man of the royal family, the youngest son of the deposed prince, and a famous tyrant in the future!

The royal family of this dynasty has a secret. For example, although these royal men are all beautiful and good at fighting, they are bloodthirsty, paranoid, and cruel from their genes.

Murong Yan fell from the clouds into the dust when he was young, and even had to disguise himself as a woman to avoid spies in the backyard of his followers. After great changes, the tyrannical element in his body could hardly be controlled until he met Yu Qingjia, his nominal “daughter”. In his restless and dark world, the sun suddenly radiated in.

- Description from Novelupdates

In her past life, she had no one to rely on and died alone in jail.

But now, she has been reborn, given a second chance.

Got an heirloom.
Activated a mystical Space Dimension.
Studied medicine and became a genius doctor.
Opened a clinic.
Founded a company.
Bought a house and land.
Found her blood relatives.
Her worth became higher and higher.
Her fan club became bigger and bigger.

“Young master, the Zhao family’s young master faked an illness and went to future young miss’s place for treatment. . .” said a servant.

“Break his legs! Fail his organs! A fake illness? I’ll make him sick completely!” A man said.

“Yes! But young master. . . what are you doing?” The servant said, confused.

The man finished swallowing a bunch of expired pills and said, “I’m sick, gotta go find my wife for some treatment!”

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”