Without letting go of Bercheria’s hand, Lachlaine, who had been holding it tightly since he descended from Muha, stood with his legs crossed and spoke with a twisted smile.
“Do you mean you brought me here for that? When I was just passing by?”
Kelita, with a foolish look, suddenly started screaming with a bright red face.
“These crazy people! Hey! Do I look so easy? Are you trying to kill me here, and then you want to become the emperor? Huh? Are you insane? I am of the imperial bloodline! How dare you!”
Quietly yawning, Muha, waiting for Bercheria and Lachlaine, looked in the direction of the loud noise.
A crazy woman was running around the campsite, grabbing everyone’s attention.
“Ack! Don’t you know who I am? I am a princess! Our father was the emperor! And our little brother will become the emperor too…!”
Tasty.
Such thoughts crossed Muha’s mind, but she resisted with tremendous self-control.
She didn’t know if eating something random might get her scolded by Lachlaine.
“I’m going to the palace! Get lost! I’m going back to become the emperor! Ack!”
Kelita, behaving like a mad person, suddenly rushed towards Muha.
“Do only you know how to ride a bird? I can ride one too!”
Somehow gaining strength from somewhere, Kelita, moving at full speed toward Muha…
Gulp.
She disappeared into Muha’s mouth.
After swallowing Kelita, Muha nonchalantly turned her head as if nothing happened and started grooming her feathers, shamelessly poking the ground with her beak underneath.
Watching this scene, Lachlaine and Bercheria shouted simultaneously.
“Muha! No!”
“Spit her out! Muha!”
Muha, pretending to be asleep after swallowing Kelita, made Lachlaine and Bercheria stop in the middle of the desert.
“Aren’t you cold?”
Spreading her cloak on the ground, Muha lay down comfortably.
Lachlaine, lying sideways facing Bercheria, teased her by running his fingers across her body.
“It’s not cold at all. It’s perfect.”
Bercheria was as resilient to the cold as Lachlaine.
If she were another woman, she might have been trembling uncontrollably in this weather.
“I used to be scared of women since I was young.”
A smile appeared on Bercheria’s lips.
“Is this a story about this lifetime?”
“Thinking about it, it seemed to be the case throughout all my lives.”
Bercheria looked at the stars in the sky, which looked like they were about to pour down, then turned her head toward Lachlaine.
Even after becoming a god, knowing that these stars illuminating the sky were just byproducts of the universe’s creation, Bercheria was still in awe of their beauty every time.
She had never gotten tired of it.
“Even when I became human, I had the power to transcend them. I was afraid of things that could easily break.”
“Are women generally considered weak?”
“Yeah. That’s why I didn’t get too close.”
Bercheria giggled softly, lying down next to Lachlaine like him.
The two were lying on the soft desert sand, facing each other.
“When I was human, how did I feel? Didn’t I seem weak too?”
“You.”
Lachlaine pressed his lips against Bercheria’s plush lips.
“From the beginning, you were so lovely that I couldn’t even make a judgment.”
The warm, bronzed skin, cooled by the wind, tingled as it melted with the touch. As Lachlaine’s hand enveloped her side and ear, a small face was entirely nestled in his hand. He skillfully intruded into that warmth.
Confirming love by exchanging body heat with Bercheria was an incomparable satisfaction for him, no matter how many times they did it.
She was warm, comfortable, and insanely lovely.
“Mmm.”
Lachlaine liked it when Bercheria focused on his movements.
He felt that she was fully trusting him.
In this moment, it seemed like she would comply without resistance to any demand he might make.
“Shall we stop playing gods?”
Lachlaine, exhaling deeply, pressed his lips against Bercheria’s chin, which was damp with sweat.
Slowly moving downward, he followed the muscles along her neck, heading even lower.
“So, what should we do then?”
“Human.”
In their finite existence, beautiful beings are humans. Knowing that there is an end, the present existence shines even brighter. Praying that each day, each hour becomes more precious, they live while hoping that your life and mine will eventually meet its end simultaneously.
Knowing that I cannot live a day without you, I wish for you not to endure another day in pain.
That was the way humans share love.
“Living an endless, tedious life, not knowing when you’ll die, is what humans do, rather than a life where everything gets boring because it’s so long.”
“Everything must have an end to be beautiful.”
“Yeah. You’re right.”
Lachlaine’s hand pulled down Bercheria’s thin clothes.
In the sparkling stars, the most perfect curve revealed itself to his sight.
“Even if wrinkles form here and you age, you’ll probably be the most beautiful woman in the world.”
“Do you really think so?”
“Yeah. Among grandmothers.”
Bercheria burst into laughter at Lachlaine’s jest.
Then, as he buried his head in a secretive place, she instantly closed her eyes.
“Ah.”
How lovely she was, responding to his every move.
“Let’s take it slow today. Let’s stay together for a long time.”
It was a night where they didn’t want to miss a single moment, a night filled with a longing sense of regret.
Male lead Asks for a Divorce Every Day
It’s not often you come across a plot like this in the female-dominant genre — make sure to check it out!
This is a novel I’m planning to reread as well.
The male lead is strong, skilled in martial arts, and not the usual fragile type you often see in matriarchal novels.
Meanwhile, the female lead is a scientist—rational and logical. Even when she falls for the male lead, she doesn’t let her emotions cloud her decisions.
If you push through the first few chapters, you’ll gradually find the story really intriguing.
It has a mix of mystery, detective elements, and romance.
The author’s writing style is like crafting a puzzle—except they deliberately leave out a few pieces, making it hard to predict what happens next, yet keeping you hooked.
In the end, everything will come together and be explained.
One-sentence summary: Wife, stop playing with beakers and look at me!
In a laboratory accident, research scientist Zhu Wansheng accidentally travels to a matriarchal world. The original owner of the body is an eighteen-year-old only daughter of a wealthy rouge merchant, already married with a handsome young man.
Zhu Wansheng grins: Nice! She always said she was heaven’s favorite granddaughter. After a life of toil in her previous life, she can enjoy blessings in this one.
However, her joy lasts no more than three seconds as bad news arrives: the original owner’s family is about to go bankrupt, and her husband wants a divorce.
Even worse, she’s stuck with a research system full of restrictions.
Zhu Wansheng: ? Is this the destiny of a research dog?
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Faced with this mess, Zhu Wansheng pours herself a bowl of wine to drown her sorrows. In her drunken haze, her husband arrives.
His figure is imposing, holding a long sword, with a dignified air that captivates Zhu Wansheng.
Gu Yingqing, however, looks at the alcohol-reeking Zhu Wansheng with undisguised disgust and coldly asks, “Divorce or not?” The intoxicated Zhu Wansheng mumbles vaguely, “I think… it’s not… it’s not… impossible!”
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The next day, after sobering up, Zhu Wansheng is full of energy, rolling up her sleeves ready to make a big move. As for yesterday? She has no memory of it.
Zhu Wansheng is ambitious; a research dog fears nothing!
Upgrading rouge, extracting fragrances, producing perfumes, researching lipsticks… all shall bow to the power of modern technology!
The original owner’s dying rouge shop is revitalized. Her mother is pleased and with a wave of her hand, passes on the family business to her. As she takes control and her experimental results gain popularity, it’s the pinnacle of her life…
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But there are always those who can’t stand to see her doing well. Jealousy, scheming, assassination attempts – they want nothing less than her life.
The person who has always kept his distance from her suddenly holds her tightly in his arms, eyes full of concern.
She is unharmed, but he falls into a pool of blood…
Zhu Wansheng feels guilty, “I can grant you one wish.”
Gu Yingqing tentatively circles his arms around her, carefully resting his head in the crook of her neck, pleading softly, “I regret it. Can we not divorce?”
Zhu Wansheng: ? When did I agree to a divorce?
[Small Theater]
The newly developed rouge is beautifully packaged, and Zhu Wansheng is eager to try it.
Gu Yingqing suddenly appears: “My lady, may I apply it for you?”
Cool fingertips lightly brush her lips. His Adam’s apple bobs as he leans in for a light bite.
Zhu Wansheng: ?
Gu Yingqing: It smells so good, I wanted to taste it…
On a warm spring day, Zhu Wansheng tries a new perfume: “Spring Night.” Gu Yingqing corners her against a wall.
Warm breath lingers on her neck.
“My lady, from now on, may I test the fragrances for you?”
[Humorous female scientist vs scheming live-in son-in-law male lead]
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