Tribulation of Myriad Races - Chapter 554: Fire of Civilization (2)

Hey, let’s have a crush together.

The nervous student Xu Jingjing has a crush on the school grass Gao Zhan, and the academic tyrant Kang Jiawei nicknamed “Instant Noodles” has a crush on the goddess Xu Jingjing.

In order to get close to her favorite male god, Xu Jingjing separated Gao Zhan and Xu Jingjing, and formed a “secret love front alliance” with Kang Jiawei – she urged him to lose weight and inspired him to pursue Xu Jingjing;

And Kang Jiawei helped her review her homework, which made her grades improve by leaps and bounds. The relationship between the two has undergone subtle changes in the process of helping each other, which seems to go beyond friendship…

Until the death of Kang’s father, Kang Jiawei left without saying goodbye to the United States, and this hazy relationship ended without a trace.

At the class reunion eight years later, “Instant Noodles” counterattacked gorgeously and turned into a tall, rich and handsome real estate developer. He decided to make up for the regrets eight years ago and made a belated confession——

Kang Jiawei: “I like you, Jingjing. Be my girlfriend.”

Xu Jingjing: “Why do you think that I will be your girlfriend in eight years? What if I have a boyfriend?”

Kang Jiawei: “It doesn’t matter, if you have a boyfriend, I will find a way to make him an ex.

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The most precious things in the world are priceless. Ordinary men tend to turn a blind eye to this fact. Apart from the treasured air, sunlight, and familial love, there is still one more thing that’s extremely valuable. It’s right beside you and can be easily obtained.

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Kein Rosenguard, a reincarnated girl who suddenly became the crown princess's personal knight!

She fulfills her duties at the side of her highness, Princess Rosarie von Goldheart. A rebellious princess who would rather live her life as dressing as a commoner than attending fancy balls in the castle.

Kein decided she would spend her whole life protecting her Royal Highness but will she succeed in her mission and set aside her growing feelings for her?

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[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.