The Forgotten Princess Rose - Chapter 213

A kind girl falls in love with a vicious killer. Unhinged Yuri story set in Seoul.------“Like a prey waiting with a trap, I missed my predator.I missed her touch in the places I’ve never been touched.I wanted to hear her sing the songs that I’ve never heard.”------As the blood dripped off the knife she held firmly in her pale hand, I saw my reflection in the cold blade that had just taken the life of a man.I dreamed of magical moments like this every day.Something - someone to come and free me from the suffocating monotony of normalcy.She stormed into my life brandishing death, and in the moment of madness, my heart fluttered.Then she came to my place, uninvited. I treated her wounds and fed her. She slept on my couch like a cat. We started our lives together. Death bound us like the knot of tie I fixed for her as she left for work - to kill, kill, and to kill again.I spent countless nights sitting in darkness, on my couch hugging my knees, gripped with worry and excitement. I prayed for her safe return home, but I did not pray for the souls she’d be sending to hell.But she always returned, like a stray cat coming for food in the back alley behind a restaurant. I was the cook who put out the food for her, stroked her, and gave her shelter.A stray cat. A great feline predator. She was mine and mine alone.Together we laughed, alone I cried.Together we laughed, alone I cried.But I think we also loved.I think.------This is a dark and twisted psychological slice-of-life romantic comedy with a sprinkle of inspiration from the noir genre. If that doesn’t make sense, it’s because it doesn’t.

Shen Anan is wearing a book.
When someone else wears a book, they are either dressed as a domineering president, or they are the mother or daughter of a domineering president, and no matter how bad they are, they are the petite wife of a domineering president…
She is the only one who, in a false fairy tale, became the last mermaid on the verge of extinction.
In order to change the fate of the Little Mermaid’s complete extinction, the state encircled a small sea area for her and assigned her a national treasure-level scientist.
Ming is here to take care of her diet, but in fact, she is here to study how to breed her successfully.
Before the scientist came, Shen Anan swung the fish’s tail and vowed: “Mating? It doesn’t exist, I am a dignified human being. Even if I die, I can’t accept this kind of emotionless reproductive behavior.”
After the scientist came, Shen Anan: “I! Yes! Yes!”
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Later, a group of photos was exposed on Weibo of the national treasure scientist Zhou Suiyu Wannian Changcao.
In the photo, Shen An’an swings a silver fish tail and frolics in the sunshine and blue waves. While licking the screen of Shen An’an’s prosperous beauty, netizens suddenly found that Shen An’an’s belly… It seems to be a drum?
For a while, the news of the successful breeding of the Little Mermaid quickly reached the top of the hot search.
Zhou Suiyu, the father of the child, posted a photo of the two and said, “What breeding? That is the crystallization of our love.”
Everyone: “…Excuse me, are such handsome scientists all assigned by the state? Where can I get them?”

Handsome Breaking Sky Scientist X Sweet Breaking Sky The Little Mermaid
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One sentence introduction: A love that crosses species

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

The world has changed, and so have the people.