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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!

Ying Yue stared at the moon. Up on the roof, he rubbed his ring and smiled softly. His husband, his beloved Wang Li was still taking care of him. His blonde platinum hair looked like it glowed under the moonlight, as golden eyes closed to feel the pickup of wind.

He swayed with the thought of his lover caring so deeply for him for so many centuries, time, space between them. He certainly was spoiled rotten and he felt his heart full for his husband.

Never once did Wang Li not think of him. It filled him with an abundance of so much love that Ying Yue willingly drowned in.

The piercing sound caught his ears and he opened his eyes, sidestepping in time away from the red rope slashing toward him. Quickly calling for his sword, he narrowed his eyes and blocked the swipe of the whip. He could hear the scream, low but screeching near his ear from the weapon.

Never Once Not Think Of Him