However, the Sun God’s bloodline, mighty in its strength, could only use half of its original power outside the desert.

Born with the sand, returning to the sand.

Naturally, they rarely left the desert.

Rubbing my eyes, thinking I saw wrongly, I looked again, but the boy was indeed radiating intense heat.

As if his entire body was a miniature sun.

‘Wow, such Yang energy… irresistible.’

Enrique’s Yang energy was impressive, but this boy’s was incomparably stronger.

The area felt like it had transformed into a desert, my skin tingling and each breath stinging my throat.

Even the tears shed over Enrique evaporated instantly under the intense power of the sun.

Gulping dryly, I carefully checked the boy’s condition.

Sweat-soaked black hair, glossy bronze skin. His eyes were sharp like a scorpion’s tail, and his lips bore a hint of arrogance.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

‘Dying here would be a loss for humanity.’

‘But his injuries are too severe. His organs are a mess. If this wasn’t a timeless space, he’d already be dead.’

Although not a doctor, I knew much about wounds from my long life.

I noticed bandages, a water bowl, and needles near him.

He tried to help himself but eventually lost consciousness.

Time here does not pass, so his condition hasn’t worsened, but that doesn’t ease his pain.

“He’s too precious to die now.”

He’s still young. Surviving this and maturing into a full-grown male would be remarkable.

Moreover, the Sun God’s bloodline has always harmonized well with demons.

Anything excessive becomes a disease, so since long ago, their immense Yang energy found a perfect antidote in the demons’ Yin energy.

“I’ll heal you. But in exchange, I’ll need some of your energy. Shall we make a deal?”
Surprisingly, the boy had been twitching his eyelids since a while ago. He was trying to forcibly regain consciousness upon sensing my presence.

Before even hearing his response, I took off my fur coat. Then, rolling up my flowing sleeves, I forcefully pulled the boy onto the plush coat, laying him down.

He was so heavy I almost died myself, but fortunately, the energy emanating from the boy as I touched him was more than the effort I expended.

“Go away. I don’t need your night service or anything.”

“Oh my, such big words from a little one. I’m not interested in a youngling like you. What fun would that be?”

Chuckling, I swept the sweat-soaked hair from the boy’s forehead.

My hands were freezing cold, just perfect for this time of year.

“This is a deal. I’ll give you a short kiss on the forehead. Think of it as a goodnight kiss.”

“Don’t tou…”

Before he could finish, I barely touched his forehead, but he grabbed my wrist. The uncontrollable Yang energy within him surged into me like a waterfall, seeping into my soul.

The sound of the life I needed accumulating inside me was so delightful.

“I’ll treat you first. It’s a good deal for you, isn’t it?”

“I don’t need, ugh!”

Pretending not to hear him, I pressed a wound on his chest. He reflexively groaned, glaring at me with feverish eyes.

Brilliant golden light sparkled in his pupils.

It was beautiful, like sunbeams dancing on a summer day, so I stared at his eyes for a long time.

“If I leave you like this, you’ll die. You’ll just rot here like spoiled fruit. If that’s what you want, I’ll stop treating you.”

The moment I suggested not treating him, excited water energy around us started to stir.

Feeling that too, the boy frowned.

“I won’t ask why you’re here. I won’t interrogate you. You’ve already given me plenty of what I need.”

In fact, I didn’t ask because I had a rough idea why.

Why would an underaged boy leave the desert to sneak into a foreign royal palace?

“What are you…”

“The emperor of your country has a terrible temperament. So does the one here.”

Male lead is a Divorced Husband

She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”

Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.

After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.

She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.

But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…

Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!

――

This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!

The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.

That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”

Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”

The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”

That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”

Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”

The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.

Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.

“She was originally a ‘she’!”

At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.

The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”

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