MTL - Kiss Husband: Sweet Wife Is a Little Crisp - Chapter 952 You are an idiot without medicine

Wen Ye, the lead dancer idol of a well-known boy group in Huaguo, he loves to be provocative by nature and often flaunts his eight-pack abs on stage.

However, his private identity is the young master of a certain ancient martial arts family who is gifted in martial arts and caused headaches for the elders of the family.

One day, he accidentally entered an Abo novel that would be 404, and became a cannon fodder Alpha in the original book.

The original owner summoned him at the cost of his soul, and he was put on the shackles to protect the other’s parents and prevent the collapse of the empire.
Facing the black-bellied villain of the original book who fell to the ground in a flash, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire, the young master silently swallowed the blood he wanted to vomit.

too weak! Could it be that the villain in the original book relies on IQ instead of force?
no! Must practice more!
While practicing the opponent to death, he teased the opponent desperately.
The young master, who follows the policy of equal exposure to rain and dew, watched the Alpha with long legs and hips in the military academy start a happy vacation life.
Unexpectedly, one day, the aftermath of the secondary differentiation of His Highness the Crown Prince broke out. Facing His Highness the Crown Prince with hungry wolf eyes and ghostly demeanor, the young master who was pinned against the wall had only one sentence in his mind:
After a long time, I really have to pay it back…

small theater:
1. Xu Shen saw Wen Ye’s flirtatiousness on the first day, and His Royal Highness crushed the cup in his hand.
Xu Shen saw Wen Ye being provocative the next day, and His Highness the Crown Prince pinched the edge of the table.
On the third day, Wen Ye was about to start flirting, but was directly carried away by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who couldn’t bear it.
2. Wen Ye: Your Majesty, stop biting my neck! It cannot be marked permanently!
His Royal Highness (with a toothy grin): Knot and bite a few more times, so everyone will understand who you belong to.
Wen Ye: Knot?
His Royal Highness: Oh, so you don’t understand? Come, I will teach you slowly.
Bystander: We now suspect that you are driving illegally!
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1. Black-bellied rabid king Alpha attack X love. tease.
2. Wife abuse is fun for a while, chasing wife crematorium!
3. Update every day at 18:00 pm, daily. Will ask for leave if something happens.
4. Weibo: It’s not Houttuynia cordata, the cover person is on Weibo.

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One-sentence introduction: In the end, “consciousness” was suppressed by the villain
Conception: AA love in the interstellar world

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Lin Jiao and Gu Quan have been in love for two years, playing the role of a little white flower for his liking, willing to be humble as dust.

She thought that Gu Quan loved each other as much as she did.

But at a party, I heard him and others say, “Lin Jiao is very good, but it’s not her.”

Only then did Lin Jiao realize how ridiculous her character was.

She was ashes as she was, and when he left himself and lingered with his sweetheart, she left the stage sadly.

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Later, Gu Quan, remorseful, found Lin Jiao.

He grabbed her hand, his eyes full of nostalgia: “Jiaojiao, forgive me, okay?”

“Not good.” A man in a bathrobe suddenly appeared and hugged Lin Jiao tightly in an absolutely possessive posture.

He glanced at Gu Quan defiantly, leaned over and whispered, “Wife, shall we continue?”

【Guquan Crematorium】

【The second male upper position】

【Double C, 1v1, Cookies】

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“Had that night been quiet and windless… If she had never appeared in front of me…”

Whenever he recalled the past, Clyde felt endless regret. If he had known that being a Suzerain would be so troublesome, he would have never picked up that troublesome Bloodkin. In fact, he would never have even left that secluded Death Canyon.

“Big Brother Clyde, don’t be so dejected. You are now a well-known Suzerain, a hero of the entire continent, the Human Race’s Savior!”

“Lucifer, enough. I just want to return to my quiet life.” Clyde, an Evil God, had yearned for a quiet life, but by chance— or fate— he had met a young a mysterious Bloodkin Lolita named “Lucifer.” Under her guidance, Clyde embarked on his destiny, rising from the unknown as a nameless wanderer to become a Suzerain of a fief before taking the throne of the entire Ximengsi Continent.

There was just one problem: he who would be the torch of the human race wasn’t even from this dimension.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”