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

Yves King felt a sudden burning sensation, despite his long-term training which has built his resilience to physical assault far beyond that of a regular person. However, when it came to burn resistance, he was not that much stronger than an ordinary person. He had a strong tolerance to physical pain, and this slight discomfort was really nothing for him.


"Don't worry, don't worry." Seeing Wendy's tense face turning pale, King's heart softened. Consoling her repeatedly, he stated, "Just relax; it doesn't burn."


Doesn't it burn? How could Wendy not know? Although the tea had been served several minutes ago, it was still piping hot. Wendy had barely managed to sip on it due to the high temperature. Remembering the pain she felt when a drop of hot oil splashed against her neck, it stung so much she felt like crying. The idea that almost half a glass of hot tea had splashed onto his chest made her cringe. How could it not hurt?


Chapter 119 Wendy, you, don't mess around? _1