A Three Inch Adorable Wife Hidden in the Sleeve of the Chu King - Chapter 32

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[The characters are just opponents and teammates before they become adults. The relationship line begins when both parties are adults, and the finale will confess their hearts]
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When Xie Shi’an was eighteen years old, she won the championship of the national competition and went straight to the World Championships. The girl is full of ambitions and her future is boundless.
On New Year’s Eve that year, she and her friends faced the rushing river and made a wish.
“I want to make it to the World Championships!”
“I want to be admitted to the ideal university!”
“Then I want to win the National Swimming League Championship!”
“I want a grand slam!”
“Then I will bless my friends’ wishes to come true!”
Later, Xie Shi’an, who was deeply grateful, had a life-and-death teacher and friend, suffered from injuries and illnesses, and did not win a Grand Slam until she retired. Fortunately, there was a bean sprouts by her side.
Jian Changnian became a monk halfway and was picked up by Coach Yan back to the provincial team. When he first arrived in the provincial team, he was dubbed “bean sprouts”.
She is weak and unconfident, but she has an impossible person in her heart.
After Xie Shi’an retired, she became the first female athlete in the country to win the Badminton Grand Slam.
It’s her fifth year since winning a Grand Slam.
The first domestic documentary about athletes, “Meteor”, was released and won the Best Documentary Award at the Berlin Film Festival.
At the end of the film, a line of small characters appeared.
“I would like to dedicate this film to all struggling souls.”
Badminton·Double Heroines·Two Ways to Go·HE
Genius x hardworking, three years old.
“The wind will change the trajectory of the badminton flight, and my landing point is you.”
ps: “Deep kindness, life and death, mentor and friend” comes from “Golden Hazel Song (Two Songs)” by Gu Zhenguan in the Qing Dynasty
Content tags: strong urban love industry elite inspirational life
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In a world ravaged by ruin, where the land is lifeless, skies are smothered by dust, and sunlight no longer graces the earth, survival is a battle against insurmountable odds. Water is tainted, food is scarce, and mutated creatures lurk at every turn. The remaining humans are caught in the grip of a merciless, dying world.Amidst this desolation, Mu Liang awakens a unique and extraordinary gift: the power to absorb energy and evolve. This ability allows him to transcend the limits of nature, unlocking endless possibilities for the world around him to evolve.A humble sapling, infused with the power of evolution, grows into a towering World Tree that blots out the sky. A small land turtle undergoes an unimaginable transformation, evolving into a mighty, world-bearing creature. A tiny spider? It evolves into a malevolent being, capable of manipulating the threads of fate.With the immense strength of a continent-sized tortoise and the power to command the weather through the World Tree, Mu Liang stands poised to create his own kingdom—a world of limitless evolution, where nothing is beyond his reach.This is the story of a man who, in a shattered world, harnesses the power to rewrite fate itself.

Flatten the Devil's Palace, eradicate the demonic cult, slaughter the demon lairs, sweep through the demon realm, dominate the heavens and earth, control the three realms, be the supreme master of the mysterious sect, master of the Nine Yin, the 17th head of the North Star Sword Sect, the Heavenly Fiend Lone Star, the Supreme Sword Soul, the Supreme Infinite Mysterious Heavenly Wishful Great Sword Patriarch... Also known as Iron Egg, known for the wild history of relentless killing.

In the Heart’s Kingdom, a kingdom where vampires reign and humans were nothing but livestock, Lilou, a peasant, found herself being preyed upon by the worst maniacal vampire of his kind. However, as terrifying as what he addressed her as his ‘reserved meal’, this vampire also called her his bride!

Except:

My eyes brood with fear, gazing at the still-beating heart in his hand. “My Lord, pardon me but… is this the bloody proof you promised to show me?” I asked, my voice shook as I gulped down whilst struggling my trembling knees from giving away.

“Mhm… do you now believe I’m good at capturing hearts?” The silver-haired man, bearing those menacing pair of deep crimson eyes stared proudly at me after a nod. I gasped when he clenched his hand and squeezed the fresh heart to smithereen.

“Yes, milord. You’re good at it, literally.” I’m mortified, watching the pieces of the heart fall as he approached. His every step made me take a step back until my back reached a solid pillar.

“Huh,” Samael chuckled briefly, stopping in front of me. His long, pointy nails that were covered with blood traced my elbow down to my hand. Gently, he clipped my forefinger in between his, guiding it before his lips. “Did I pass your test, though?” He asked, the sharp tip of his nail played over the tip of my finger.

I stared at his penetrating gaze as I reluctantly answered, “Barely.”

He smirked, nodding in satisfaction before he pressed his nail on the tip of my forefinger that was quick to produce a drop of blood. “Such sweet aroma.” He whispered, placing my bleeding finger in his mouth and licked it with passion.

His menacing gaze never left mine as he consumed a bit of my blood. “Does that mean you’re accepting my invitation?” Keeping my finger in between his fangs, Samael inquired.

I bit my lower lip unconsciously, my heart within my chest drummed as my back broke into sweats. “But… I’m just…” I paused, hoping my answer would put an end to this. “… I’m just a human.”

Samael clicked his tongue, displeased at my response as he let my finger go. “No,” He whispered.

My entire body stiffened when he bent over, caressing my shoulder up to my neck by the apex of his nose, as his hot breaths prickled my skin.

“You're not just a mere human... you are my human.” He stressed before I sensed his lips part and the tip of his fangs against my skin.