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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!

Wang Li said sternly as he watched the boy trying to pull it back in to lock it back up. He pulled harder and the pinkette fought more. This was not working as well as he thought it would. Wang Li assumed the boy would fight, but not in such ways as this. Zhang Xu Lan was fearful of his other side. He slid his silver eyes to the redhead, who held his son's tensed body.

Xu Ling squeezed his son's arms and sighed.

"It is alright, Lan-er. You are my son. Accept what is yours," the redhead stated before he said sternly, "I did not raise you to hide. Stop fighting!"

Xu Lan gasped and then he relaxed. When that happened, he felt like a rush of clarity, a wave of water washing over him. Yet, just as that happened, he screamed from the pain ripping through his body. There were voices that he had buried away that surfaced and screamed for things, things that he did not want. He should not want.

Brain Hurts