Card Room - Chapter 8 - Perfect Clearance

Once reborn, the most miserable real daughter Xia Zhi caught the fake daughter and her fiancé in bed!

The first sword in rebirth is to kill the person who betrayed your heart first.

Watch her golden cicada shed its shell and go to the frontier to let the birds fly high in the sky.

Summer Solstice: From the first time I met Zhou Zhengan on the train and handed me a steamed bun, this person has been haunting me. He appears around me every time I eat, and he is attentive to picking up food for me and giving me food. Fill with meat.

You have to give yourself a taste of any good thing first.

While Xia Zhi was enjoying the meal, he warned himself that this person was a diligent person who had nothing to do and was either a traitor or a thief.

Xia Zhi, who finally saw the world, became Zhou Zhengan’s wife.

Zhou Zhengan: Zhou Zhengan, who has had no sense of taste since childhood, met a girl on the train who was drooling at the steamed bun in her hand. The kind girl broke off half of the steamed bun she gave him. From then on, Zhou Zhengan opened up a new world of taste.

Every time he eats, he can taste the food that Xia Zhi has tasted.

He was hanging around Xia Zhi, why did Xia Zhi want to marry someone?

Who dares to snatch my wife?

- Description from novelbuddy

Possessing Divine Skill defying the Heavenly Gods, equipped with unmatched medical expertise.Under the name of Martial God, guarding the world.In this colorful city, create the supreme legend.

Once upon a time, there was an office worker who was dragged by his boss to take a hot spring bath. While he was soaking…

This is probably very serious. He came to a Beast world and was licked out of his sleep by a golden lion. The lion accompanied him. Only then did he understood this world… when he came to the lion’s tribe, he found that this was really not an experimental base…

- Description from Novelupdates

[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.