DOWNLOAD PDF Ruan Shuyang always believed his fiancé, Pei Siming, was his salvation. He never expected the other man would personally hand him over to a brutal Alpha who took pleasure in maliciously marking Omegas. After a desperate escape, he overheard Pei Siming sneer to a friend: “Ruan Shuyang? With his lowly background, even touching him would dirty me.” Stumbling away in shock, he collided with a strange “Alpha.” Just then, his hormones went haywire, triggering an unexpected heat, and his suppressants failed. The “Alpha” gave him a temporary mark, soothing him. It felt like icy dew sprinkling over lily of the valley. Ruan Shuyang thought once the temporary mark faded, he and the stranger would have no further connection. He never imagined that days later, his body would begin uncontrollably craving that person’s pheromones. He developed pheromone dependency. Suppressants couldn’t overcome his body’s desperate yearning. He secretly tried to find information about the man. To his astonishment, the man turned out to be Pei Siming’s half-brother, the true heir of the Pei family, the young master Pei Siyue. Moreover, after initially presenting as an Alpha, Pei Siyue had undergone a secondary differentiation, becoming an extremely dangerous Enigma—one who could even mark Alphas. ** In the top-floor office of the Pei Corporation headquarters, Ruan Shuyang wept and trembled, trying to break free from the tall Enigma marking him. “No… no more…” The Enigma’s pheromones were overwhelmingly potent and domineering, causing the Omega’s frail body immense suffering. Pei Siyue’s voice, husky, intoxicating, and brooking no refusal, sounded by his ear: “Endure it a little. It will… be over soon.” Whimper… you said that last time too, but it took so, so long… Ruan Shuyang’s heart cried out in protest, but the invasive Enigma pheromones left him so weak he couldn’t form a complete sentence. ** Pei Siming never expected to see Ruan Shuyang again at the Pei family gala. This Omega, whom he had never taken seriously and considered a mere plaything, seemed transformed. The lily of the valley appeared to have received the finest nourishment. Ruan Shuyang, with his bright eyes and snow-white skin, nestled softly and delicately in the arms of his elder brother, Pei Siyue. Pei Siming’s eyes instantly burned crimson with rage. DOWNLOAD PDF

[Sweet Romance] Xu Sining married the comatose Gu Xi as a “fortunate match” to revive his family’s luck. But on the very first day, her mother-in-law urged her to “be proactive” and give the Gu family a healthy baby. Xu Sining stared blankly at the two-meter-tall, handsome man lying on the bed. This was the empire’s most powerful war god—albeit a former one. But if he ever woke up and found out he’d been taken advantage of… wouldn’t he kill her? Gu Xi, the empire’s youngest war god, was tragically left comatose after a devastating battle. He thought he’d be trapped in darkness forever—until one day, he opened his eyes to see a beautiful man in a red pleated skirt posing for photos by his bedside. Gradually, he realized his little wife was… interesting. Really interesting. The guy even dressed him up in chest chains and lace stockings? Oh, so he’s playing with a vegetable, huh? Soon, Xu Sining found himself tangled in Gu Xi’s psychic vines. When the vines squeezed his plump thighs so tight they formed two distinct layers, Xu Sining snapped. Fine! He’d post Gu Xi’s lace-stocking photos on the empire’s forum! Gu Xi wrapped an arm around Xu Sining’s waist and whispered threateningly in his ear, “Who posted my pictures online?” Xu Sining’s ass clenched in fear. “Not me! I don’t know anything!” Later, Xu Sining asked Gu Xi, “How did you fall for me so easily?” Gu Xi smirked. “Love at first sight. Devotion after the first time.”

Lu Heng was severely injured and left paralyzed. The family he was engaged to was unwilling to return the betrothal gifts, so they swapped in a different bride. Knowing that his new wife had suffered brain damage from a high fever and was a bit silly, and that the Lin family had treated her poorly, he planned to take care of her after she entered his household, then let her leave in the future when the time came. But who could have told him that on their wedding night, while his injuries were still healing, his silly wife nearly “devoured” him—claiming that while he might be paralyzed, she still wanted a child… Just when he thought his life would be a living hell, who would have guessed that his seemingly foolish wife was obsessed with farming? Dissatisfied with his immobility, she tinkered around and built him a self-propelled wheelchair. Then, she forced him to drink medicine every day. Strangely enough, despite being told he’d never leave his bed again, he gradually recovered—able to walk, jump, and even became healthier than before. The low-key and understated Lin Nannan thought to herself: With the power of the restorative potion, paralysis is no big deal.

Ruan Ning transmigrated into a novel where the male lead was reborn in a post apocalyptic world while she became the cannon fodder who died early in the novel. She had an overly attractive face and a delicate physique so she could only hug her brother’s thighs if she wanted to survive. However, the reborn male lead was black-hearted, distrustful of anyone and had a disagreeable character. Ruan Ning carried herself cautiously and was an obedient sister who followed whatever her brother said. Finally, she was recognised by her brother and taken under his wings. Yet, a few months later…. Ruan Ning covered her mouth which had been kissed while contemplating the purpose of her existence. She could no longer continue hugging thighs! She could never imagine that she thought of him as a brother but he actually wanted to be her husband? – At the beginning, Gu Yi Cheng thought that this sister of his was dispensable and he wouldn’t even blink if he pushed her towards a horde of zombies. Later on, he cherished and protected her and didn’t let her be placed in harm’s way. Note: The male and female leads are not blood related.

After presenting as a Beta, Wen Qi mustered the courage to give a love letter to his childhood friend and long-time crush, Ji Yaoming, at the library entrance. But Ji Yaoming mercilessly tore the letter in two right before his eyes, furrowed his brow, tossed it into the trash, and coldly brushed past him, saying: “How disgusting.” As one of the few S-class Alphas in the Alliance, Ji Yaoming was exceptionally admitted to the Shooting and Combat Department of Haleite Interstellar University at seventeen. He then successfully joined the Alliance’s First Deployment Unit and became deputy captain in just three years. Almost no one could connect such a dazzling Alpha with an ordinary Beta like himself, even though they had known each other since childhood. Even Ji Yaoming himself didn’t want to acknowledge it. He saw Wen Qi as a stain, something to be avoided. Seven years later, Wen Qi, now missing an arm, moved into the Logistics Department of the Alliance Headquarters and became a mechanic. Of course, Wen Qi didn’t consider himself that noble—he was just someone who repaired weapons. He was content because working at headquarters had one advantage: on occasion, if he was lucky, he could catch a glimpse of Ji Yaoming, who was now the captain of the First Unit and the chief executive of the eight major war zones. Even though that man loathed him to the core, Wen Qi couldn’t help but remain drawn to him whenever he had the chance to see him. But beyond that, he no longer harbored those youthful fantasies. He clearly understood that a heaven-sent prodigy and an ordinary person like him were ultimately destined for different paths. Yet fate loves to play jokes. To improve combat efficiency, the Logistics Department underwent a major reform, requiring each unit to be assigned two or three mechanics for accompaniment. As luck would have it. Wen Qi opened his personal notification: “Dear Mechanic Wen Qi, affiliated with Group A of the Headquarters Repair Department, you are hereby specially assigned to the First Unit for duty.” Wen Qi: “…” — Ji Yaoming had been rather troubled lately. He frowned at the love letter on his desk, painstakingly taped back together. Its youthful words clearly expressed Wen Qi’s feelings for him back then… But recently, Wen Qi had actually started avoiding him?! This included, but wasn’t limited to: locking himself in his bedroom without a word when Ji Yaoming came home; eating in silence and hurriedly leaving after cleaning up; and even when delivering weapons for repair, only nodding and saying, “Ah, Captain Ji is here…” Finally, one day, fueled by alcohol, Ji Yaoming pinned Wen Qi beneath him: “Wen Qi, do you like me?” The man beneath him froze, then laughed. “I did… before.” “What do you mean?” “Now, I only admire you. Also,” he actually pushed Ji Yaoming away, saying, “please have some self-respect. My family is already arranging a blind date for me.” “…” Ji Yaoming felt like he’d been sucker-punched. The person he’d restrained himself from making a move on for all these years… Was he really about to be snatched away by someone else? [Bonus Scene] Someone was secretly watching him. Ji Yaoming curled his lips. “Just say it.” “Uh… it’s nothing,” Wen Qi was a bit muddled from drinking. “It’s just… they say that Lieutenant Colonel Ji, you… um… are you really… impotent?” Ji Yaoming found this shy version rather novel. His tone was breezy. “Have you tried?” Wen Qi: “…” Alright, he was actually kind of curious to find out.

A beautiful, unaware cross-dressing fool (bottom) × A leg-loving, dominant, wicked, and cunning schemer (top) Xu Yan accidentally went viral online with a faceless cross-dressing photo. Thanks to his soft, slender waist, delicate pale legs, and a unique mix of innocence and allure, he quickly became the new “goddess” of a certain app. Countless people flooded his DMs daily with praise, and tips demanding more content piled up. Xu Yan secretly bought pretty little skirts online, only daring to put them on and snap a few photos when his roommates were out. But then, a strange fan suddenly appeared—tipping generously without ever messaging, soon climbing to the top of the fan rankings. Following tradition, Xu Yan offered private perks to his top fan, like chatting or gaming together. So, he took the initiative to message the silent No. 1 fan. [Yan Yan]: “Big bro, you’re No. 1 again~ What reward would you like? Anything’s fine~” The aloof top fan replied after a long pause. [Year]: “Even you?” [Yan Yan]: “……” N-no, that’s not possible! Wen Sinian, the aloof male god of the computer science department—rich, taciturn, academically brilliant, tall, handsome, and built like a dream. Countless men and women had thrown themselves at him, yet none could claim this unattainable flower. As Wen Sinian’s roommate, Xu Yan had always maintained a polite, distant, and friendly relationship with him. From the day he moved into the dorm, he knew this towering, muscular guy was homophobic. What he didn’t know was that Wen Sinian was an extreme leg connoisseur. He had a thing for slender, pale, long legs with just the right amount of softness—preferably with pink, delicate joints that would turn a vivid, bruised red with the slightest friction. One day, Wen Sinian’s accidentally installed app pushed him a post. It was a faceless cross-dressing photo. The legs in the picture made his breath hitch. He had never seen a pair of legs so perfectly suited to his tastes—especially with that tiny red mole on the inner thigh. It was downright indecent. He scrolled through the blogger’s past posts. Black lace miniskirts. Slit-high, rose-red cheongsams. Pure white tight pencil skirts. Sweet lolita dresses with ribboned fishnet stockings. … The deeper he looked, the darker his restrained gaze grew. Then, by chance, Wen Sinian caught a glimpse of a white ribbon peeking out from his well-behaved little roommate’s bed… Later, Xu Yan decided to quit cross-dressing and never log into that account again. Just as he was about to secretly dispose of his little skirts, a tall figure bumped into him head-on, scattering the pretty dresses everywhere. Flushing crimson, eyes wet with embarrassment, Xu Yan had no idea how to explain. But Wen Sinian simply bent down, picked up each skirt, folded them neatly in front of him, and put them back. “Keep them,” Wen Sinian said, wrapping an arm around his stunned little roommate’s soft waist and wiping the tears from his eyes. “They’ll still be useful.” Xu Yan later learned exactly where those skirts would be “useful.” He moved out of the dorm and into Wen Sinian’s off-campus apartment. He never had to buy skirts with his own money again. His top fan had already prepared a whole walk-in closet of little dresses for him. And every night, he’d personally help him into them.

Tang Qing was once the most dazzling star in the bustling metropolis. A lifetime of scheming, fighting wits, snatching men, resources, and status—just as she was about to claim the throne of Best Actress, an unexpected car accident struck… By a twist of fate, Tang Qing ended up bound to the Alluring Beauty System meant for the female lead. System: “You thief! I don’t belong to you—I want to unbind!”Tang Qing: “Alluring beauty? Snatching men? That’s my specialty!” World One: The Supporting Female Lead in an Online Romance Becomes an Alluring BeautyAfter being exposed as a catfish, she becomes an internet debt-repayment blogger and love guru.Netizens: “Follow Sister Tang for love advice, follow Sister Tang to make money!”

In her second life, Wuyue realized she was nothing more than the vicious cannon-fodder female antagonist in a novel—devoid of psychic powers and awakening abilities, utterly crushed by the delicate, cheongsam-clad, universally adored female lead, and ultimately torn to pieces by evil spirits as bait. She immediately decided to stay far away from the male and female leads, hiding in an obscure, unknown dungeon to laze around as a rotten salted fish, surviving in obscurity for the rest of her life. But little did she expect that a single change in mindset would lead her to cross paths with the vice-captain of the strongest post-apocalyptic combat team, Blazing Ember, right from the start. Securing the dungeon’s first kill, overpowering enemies to loot S-tier gear, and joining the strongest team— Wuyue soon discovered that the core members of this elite squad were all the future’s deranged villains, destined to fall for the female lead and die tragic deaths. A red-haired sorcerer, his face covered in tattoos, a soft-spoken street-dancing boy who loved mowing down enemies with a Gatling gun; A saintly monk who lamented, “If I don’t go to hell, who will?” while trembling with excitement and slaughtering foes without mercy; A golden-haired priest wielding a longsword, preaching divine forgiveness while physically purging ghosts and demons into oblivion; A lazy Taoist on a motorcycle, firing shots before lazily declaring, “Alright, job’s done.”; And the icy genius teen vice-captain, Blazing Ember’s strategist—the one who guided Wuyue in her second chance at life. And then, There was Shen Que, the team’s captain, the unshakable pillar of Blazing Ember. Her past-life failure was regrettable, but the male and female leads’ success irritated her even more! Though Wuyue was a rotten salted fish, that didn’t stop her from pushing her teammates to strive harder, urging them to become overachievers. Terrified they’d meet the same fate as before, Wuyue earnestly advised, “You’d better work hard.” Shen Que: “…Shut up.”

The world’s first online VR survival game has finally been released. In order to promote the game, the company is holding the first “Infinite Survival Competition”. As a passionate survival enthusiast, Su Han is eager to sign up… How does one survive in a hyper-inflated economy?What about during a natural disaster? Or while being trapped at sea? … Facing many different difficulties, Su Han handles them with ease. And along the way, she finds a like-minded partner and survives with him until the end.

Ruo Xi reincarnated and became the little county princess born to the weak and sickly imperial princess. A large hand pressed down, intending to end her life. In her mind, Ruo Xi screamed frantically: [Help! This old witch wants to kill me!] The next moment, the frail imperial princess displayed an unexpectedly fierce demeanor. “Guards, crush this old witch’s hands!” The tyrant uncle arrived. [Alas, the Great Wei Dynasty has only three more years before its fall, what a pity!] Baby Ruo Xi yawned, originally planning to just milk the remaining time for all it was worth until the inevitable demise in three years. However, her tyrant uncle wouldn’t have it, carrying his niece to the imperial court every day. In the imperial court, Ruo Xi stretched lazily: “Minister of Personnel, you’ve embezzled the military funds; when the Great Wei falls, you’ll be the first to defect.” The Minister of Personnel’s residence was raided, and the gold and silver found within dazzled the eyes of all citizens in the capital. When the Empress Dowager fell critically ill, Ruo Xi took one look and thought: [Here, baby has a detoxification pill for you!] From then on, the Empress Dowager said: “Whenever I have a headache or chest tightness, I just need to find Xi’er; the Imperial Physicians can just stand by and watch!” Ruo Xi felt unprecedented adoration. But, the little hostage prince that her uncle brought back from his personal campaign, he seemed rather dangerous! “I can hear your thoughts, do you covet my beauty?”