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

"Uncle, I'm cold~" More than half an hour later, Dahlia Sanders was already so cold that her lips had turned purple, she quivered as she spoke: "Am I, am I almost not going to make it? Dahlia, Dahlia just wants to sleep."


Although it was summer, the strong wind in the depth of night combined with being in seawater made their body heat dissipate rapidly. After a long period, body temperature dropped lower and lower, being frozen to death was not unusual.


"Don't be ridiculous, keep it together," Yves King rubbed her cheeks, "Good girl, no sleeping allowed. Angel, you too, pull yourself together. I'll tell you a story, once upon a time..."


Not long afterward, Dahlia Sanders's cheeks began to redden slightly. She hit Yves King and said, "Uncle, I'm just a kid, how could you tell such a dirty joke? No, no more." She then clung to Yves King's body like a small koala.


Angel shyly cast down her eyes, too embarrassed to speak.


Chapter 567: Fell in the Hands of a High School Girl_1