A Bet with Slutty Evil Being! - Chapter 5 5: King Size Bed [R-18+]

Chu Sihan, the county magistrate of Xuan Yue Country, is an exceptionally handsome prodigy who had risen to fame since he was a child. However, the National Preceptor prophesies that he would not live to the age of thirty, unless he marries the Lu Family’s daughter from Liu Yue Village.

[By the Author that brought you “Return of the Frozen Player”!]The Return of the Fallen Tower Master: The Revival Era of the Magic Tower

Yun’s once-famous disciple Yun Yun, entered the family ancestral hall and became a living dead.

After two years of sleep, the protagonist is strong and awakened.
Among the Tianzhu Taoist tombs, the Tenth Heaven Emperor passed down.
Seeing that my body inflammation is swallowing fire, the ten gods are floating!

(Level: Wuren, Wushu, Dawu Division, Lingwu Division, Wujun, Wuwang, Wuzun, Wusheng, Wudi, Wushen)

- Description from 69shu (translated)

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”