Irresistible Charm: My Husband Is Fierce and Passionate
Whose journey through time has been as wretched as hers? Cast into the Cold Palace, condemned to death, forced to beg for survival, and even subjected daily to poison testing upon herself. She no longer believes in love in this world, always knowing when to retreat, never daring to step too close. All her thoughts are fixed on breaking the curse, regaining her innate powers, and once again standing above all, beholden to none. Yet, unbeknownst to her, the delicate threads of emotion have already entwined her heart. Those deep, earnest eyes—how can she turn away from them, feign indifference, and keep her heart untouched? “Little one, I’ll grant you two more years of freedom. After that, you belong to me.” He curved his lips in a wicked smile, lowering his head to whisper intimately by her ear. “You stole my first kiss. From this day on, I am yours.” As beautiful as a blossoming peach, he spoke with shy embarrassment, though a cunning glint flashed in his dewy eyes. “What will it take for you to forgive me? I told you, even without me, they would have died just the same!” With a face as cold as ice, he roared in a deep, angry voice, flames of fury smoldering in his gaze. “Woman, after you took everything from me, do you really think you can just walk away with some excuse?” Pushing her against the tree, he looked down at her with a dangerous, seductive threat. She was utterly bewildered, battered by the storm of events. She was truly wronged—though, admittedly, everything had indeed happened. Debts of flesh, debts of love—how on earth is she to repay them? Perhaps, there is only one way out... [This is a strong female lead multi-male romance, where weakness transforms into strength. The plot unfolds step by step, intricate and full of twists. If you love stories with many handsome men, you won’t regret reading this. The story will conclude on January 31st. (*^__^*)...]
Irresistible Charm: My Husband Is Fierce and Passionate
A chilling hissing sound slithered past her ears, making Jin’er clench her jaw and squeeze her eyes shut. Her breathing grew short and restless. Even though she had endured such scenes nearly every other day for the past two months, she could not help but tremble, unable to look directly at what lay before her.
"Still too afraid to look? This little treasure is truly beautiful," the man teased, a smirk curling his lips as he watched her tightly furrowed brows and fluttering lashes. Mischief flickered in his eyes, and he could not resist the urge to torment her further.
Rather than pressing the snake’s flickering tongue against her half-raised wrist as he usually did, he gripped the slick, scaly tail of the flower-patterned snake in his left hand and wickedly drew it across Jin’er’s delicate cheek.
“Ah—!” Jin’er, eyes still shut, shrieked when a cold, clammy sensation suddenly slid across her face. Panic-stricken, she stumbled backwards, landing hard on the ground.
“What are you doing?!” she cried, glaring with fury. Her tiny fists clenched so tightly her knuckles whitened, teeth gritted audibly, her chest heaving with rapid breaths. Her lovely little face was bloodless.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk… The little girl is angry? I’m just helping you toughen up. After all this time, you’re still so afraid of them—it’s a disgrace to your title as the ‘Poison Slave,’” the man sneered, triumph gleaming in his eyes. He ran the thick, snake’s body, as wide as an infant’s wrist, across his own face as if cuddling a beloved pet.
Jin’er looked at him a
