The Royal's Cute Little Wife - Chapter 100 - About The Child

When Ning Xiaoyu, a starlet on the 18th line, participated in a variety show, he happened to meet the popular actor who was taking a nap in the waiting room.
The man leaned against the large floor-to-ceiling windows, his long legs stretched casually. The afternoon sun shines on him unscrupulously through the glass window, and his profile falls in the morning light, so handsome that he doesn’t look like a real person.
When Ning Xiaoyu was about to retreat politely, a line of characters suddenly appeared in front of her.
[Girl, do you want to be popular? Want to enjoy the feeling of being watched? As long as you are favored by the actor, you can have all of these. At this moment, the actor is resting in the room, you can
A: Kissing the actor
B: Candidly take a photo of the actor’s beautiful boy sleeping in spring
C: Accompany the actor with tenderness for ten minutes]
Ning Xiaoyu waited for a while, and after realizing that he had to choose an option, he reluctantly chose c
The dating system was so excited that it rubbed its hands: Come on, girl!
Then it watched Ning Xiaoyu sit down next to the actor, took out the melon seeds that he carried with him, and began to kick Erlang’s legs up.
The love system that is secretly poking and waiting for sweets: Is there something wrong? ? ?
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The actor Lu Jingdu participated in a live variety show, but due to the mistakes of the program staff, the live broadcast equipment was still on when he was resting during work.
So the audience in the live broadcast room watched helplessly as an 18th-line artist beside their brother, knocking melon seeds leisurely.
Netizen A: Very good, lady, you caught my attention.
Netizen B: You can still be so leisurely around the actor, maybe that’s the only one?
Later, Xianyu found himself on fire.
Ning Xiaoyu looked inexplicable: Why did it become popular?
The love system on the side said quietly: I guess you can eat melon seeds quickly

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- Description from novelbuddy

Su Yu grew up in a single-parent family with his father. He lived a relatively simple life and was not someone with grand ambitions. He only aspired to join a research academy and get a job as a researcher, staying far away from the dangerous battlefield. His peaceful life was shattered one day when his father, a retired veteran, decided to return to the battlefield.

Worried about his father, Su Yu embarked on a journey to gain enough strength to join his father on the battlefield. What was the fastest way to gain strength? Joining a war academy. Or was that really the case? Su Yu soon learned that the path of a researcher was not as it seemed. Unlike the war academies that focused on physical cultivation, the research academies walked a different path: mental cultivation. Which path would Su Yu choose?

Join Su Yu in his adventures as he walks a unique path of cultivation and rises to the apex of cultivation.

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Yan Yi Ming transmigrated into the hottest otome game at present. She became a female cannon fodder destined to be ruthlessly abandoned by the male protagonists; a stepping stone on the white moonlight female protagonist’s path to success.

The system informed her that only by replacing the female protagonist and becoming the white moonlight of the male protagonists then could she successfully escape and return to her world. After years of painstaking efforts, utilizing all kinds of strategies, and adopting various identities did she finally succeed in conquering the four male protagonists. She recovered her true body and eagerly awaited to go home but found that she was unable to go back.

A weak reminder from System:

Please read the user manual carefully: –

1. Become a white moonlight, and

2. To extricate oneself and make a successful retreat from the male protagonists.

Yan Yi Ming looked at the second condition and suddenly found herself in a pickle.

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.