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“Ah! My… My husband…”
"You, my dear wife, is the sweet I craved the most."
“You know how to talk,” Ying Yue flushed and felt the bite to his lips.
“Ah Yue,” a breathless deep chuckle made his body shivered, “The times I spent with you, touch you, and taste you will never satisfy me.”
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Ying Yue was Heaven’s Chosen, a person gifted to bring peace, balance, and rid the world of evil. He was full of pureness and hope! Only problem? He fell deeply for the shameless Ghost King, Wang Li. 

Wang Li, a person gifted to bring chaos and death, had waited centuries for Ying Yue. Now that he had Heaven’s Chosen, he would never let Ying Yue go. A beauty like Ying Yue was meant only for him.

With their marriage, the truth of their love brought a curse and a prophecy for the Ghost King’s death.

The worst part? 
Ying Yue was the one fated to kill his husband.

What should he do to keep this love with Wang Li? What had to be sacrificed to preserve it? Was he willing to? 

That aside, He had also married a horny shameless king! 
And he… 
He dared to declare that he regretted nothing.

“I want to take your innocence, your body, your heart, your lips. Everything, my beloved wife. I am not whole without you.”

Yep, he regretted nothing.
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*WPC 159- Gold Tier Winner*
*SMUT starts chapter 16 and throughout future chapters.*
Other TAGS: Fate, Death, Childhood Love

Shameless Ghost King Is My Husband!

The brunette was grinning like an idiot. He had not seen Shen in so long and he could not help beaming like a beacon, spotlighting the silver haired man. His eyes caught the small perfume bag hanging on the man's hip. Biting his lips to not die laughing, he felt warm knowing his gift was accepted.

"Sir, are you sure you are alright?" An elderly woman questioned staring at him with creased brows.

"Of course, no need to worry, miss."

He turned and made sure to stick close to Fu Shen, who was still ignoring him, but that was alright. He didn't mind, as long as the man did not push him away. He watched and followed what the quiet man was doing. He grabbed the dough, he kneaded it, he rolled it and shaped it. Handing it to the next person, he did it again and again, until the silver haired man touched his arm. Han Mo glanced at him and grinned when Shen said they would clean up.

Shall We Go To Bed