MTL - Fourth Hospital Patient Exchange Forum - Chapter 135 Time Hospital 2

Of the ancient gods only one remained in the world. This god lived alone for thousands of years and no longer had any desires. Legend had it that during the great war between the worlds he used his powers to turn the tide managing to seal the cataclysmic rift bringing order back into the three realms. Time flew by and hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye.

[Mature Content][18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship]“Do you like what you see?” I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin.Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire.“Yes, Leslie, I like it very much,” he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine.His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more.--------------Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage.Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life.One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down.So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law?#noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

A cultivator with normal aptitude finally found a treasure that could change his life but to his disappointment, he could not directly benefit from it.Author's Note: The MC is not smart and serious. He is goofy most of the time. This is a harem story. Leyvi will have many women. Thank you for reading and supporting me.Warning: My grammar is shit. Proceed with caution.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.