Ao Wuchang

Yves King, hailed as a legendary figure among modern mercenaries and a military king, experiences profound repentance after settling a major grudge. Choosing to heed his late mother's final wish, he embarks on a journey to lead a normal life and embrace an average, ordinary existence.
However, owing to a twist of fate and the consequences of nepotism, Yves finds himself in the employ as a security guard of a chilly female President after inadvertently offending her. To complicate matters, destiny takes another turn as the female President becomes his tenant. The constant role reversals between them ignite intense conflicts and battles. The question lingers: who will emerge victorious in this war between man and woman?
Yet, as Yves aspires for the tranquility of a tree standing still, the relentless winds of life continue to blow. Can he genuinely achieve his wish of being an ordinary person? Will he maintain his peace of mind while observing from the sidelines as beautiful women of diverse identities and styles gather around an ordinary security guard?
The captivating stories behind this security guard, who cherishes leisure, indulges in culinary delights, and whiles away his time awaiting the inevitable, are poised to unfold. Everything awaits your discovery~

Flower City's Twelve Beauties

Embarrassed and annoyed, she found herself lying in Yves King's strong embrace.


"Stop it..." With what little rationality and defense she had left, she struggled to push Yves's hand away.


"Ugh..." Faye Owen, blushing and violently shaking, was already drained of all her strength. She gently fell back into his arms, limp as a ragdoll.


How could this be? Her firm bottom line had once again saved her.


The classical telephone on the office desk, typically more of a decoration, rang with a clear bell. It woke their minds that had nearly fallen into confusion. Faye, now somewhat more alert, became resentful. She opened her clenched teeth and bit down hard.


"Ouch!" Surprised by her bite, Yves quickly retracted his hand back. Seeing the teeth marks on his hand, he couldn't help but laugh, saying, "What exactly are you? Why do you bite people?"


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