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

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She slept peacefully, very serenely, like Sleeping Beauty. Yves King, a man with a strong physique and elastic muscles, was far more comfortable than the pillow she usually used. Her neck rested in the crook of his arm, feeling incredibly secure and comfortable.


With the arrival of the morning, a clear ray of sunlight penetrated the curtain gap and shone on her face, her long eyelashes. This caused her eyelids to flutter slightly, her beautiful eyes slowly opened. In her confusion, she looked left and right, unclear about the situation in her blurry state.


Her slender and fair hand happened to be resting on Yves King's chest and she brushed it unintentionally. Eh? A small bump? What was that?


Chapter 147 Oh My God, I've Become a Woman_1