After My Frail Husband and I Couldn't Have a Baby

Innocent, cruel, sweetly silly little darling x purehearted, frail homemaker of a husband Lin Zhen’s cultivation was at its peak, and she was just one step away from ascending to heaven. But she had lost all five senses, and life had grown increasingly dull. She sealed her cultivation and fled down the mountain, becoming a chicken-castrator. She planned to marry the man she had picked up, have children, and live as an ordinary person. Her husband was seven feet tall and breathtakingly beautiful, but frail and sickly. Her aunt worried he might have some hidden ailment, so she sent Lin Zhen a stack of erotic manuals to study. One taught technique, two taught intimacy, three taught her how to read the mood… She went through them one after another, each more daring than the last, until she could hardly keep up. Following the first scene, A Zhen gave a big, loud “mwah!” “Excitedly, she exclaimed, “So this is what kissing feels like!” But it turned out her husband was a stickler for propriety! He wouldn’t stop fussing after one kiss, flew into a rage if she touched him, and even hid the books. He clearly had no intention of living with her at all! After they argued until the roof nearly came off, he blushed furiously and said, “What did you learn all that for? Those are things men do to serve their wives!” As the saying goes, a fight in bed is made up at the foot of the bed. Her husband was kind and considerate, and knew just how to please her. A Zhen was young and full of vigor, and had acquired a taste for it. Their life together grew sweeter by the day. * Xing Zhou had once possessed a body as tough as bronze and iron. Now all he had left was a sickly shell. He could still cultivate, but his progress kept grinding to a halt because his wife infuriated him time and again. His wife had grown up in the wilderness, free of restraint, and had no sense of boundaries with men. She picked him up and shared a bed with him, and even announced she wanted to marry him and have his children. And she dared to read those indecent erotic manuals! She even dared to accept tokens of affection from all sorts of men! … If he hadn’t kept such a close eye on her, would she have replaced him with someone else? At least she was still young. She was just naturally mischievous. He’d give her some fresh dishes to try during the day, and a few new tricks at night. Day after day, he was sure he could keep her heart. As for the fact that he couldn’t have children, he’d hide it for as long as he could. Then the immortal sect came looking for them, threatening to kill him as a monster, and erase his wife’s seven emotions and six desires to help her ascend. Only then did he realize that he and his wife had more than a century together, and that they could stay by each other’s side for thousands, even tens of thousands of years to come. Later, in a desert of endless yellow sand, they had become sworn enemies. She was about to marry, seated high upon the Demon Venerable’s throne, and no longer even looked at him. Behind him stood a vast army of immortals, their imposing ranks vowing to flatten the demon realm. But he was utterly despondent and wanted only one answer: “My wife, is it because… I have been unable to give you a child all these years, and you resent me for it?” [Reading Guide] * One couple, one-on-one romance; they live together under secret identities. * Sweet domestic bliss at first, followed later by a groveling-to-win-her-back arc. The following is a forthcoming title “Good Apprentice, Call Me Jade Darling” Coercive pursuit | A saint’s selfish desire | A ghost’s sincere heart | A madman’s love Saint x ghost girl, Wentan (Jade Darling) x You Jiao (Qin Jiao) At a grand feast celebrating peace between the realms of gods and ghosts, You Jiao merely glanced over without much thought. The breathtaking immortal beauty of Saint Venerable Wentan gnawed at her heart like an ant, leaving her yearning for him, unable to forget him even in sleep. To have him, she endured the agony of cleansing herself of ghostly energy and being reborn as a human. To have him, she knelt before him step by step, declaring that she would uphold the righteous path and take him as her master. To have him, she wiped out the people of the Netherworld Clan without batting an eye, all for the chance to hear him call her “good apprentice.” * But that fateful glance was merely a carefully plotted move, bait to lure her in, so he could torment and control her with love. The revered Saint Venerable stooped to underhanded means, planting a love worm in her and making her fall helplessly in love with him. How ridiculous. Whether it was a lie or revenge, it made no difference. You Jiao pressed her toe against his brow, pinning beneath her foot the holy face the world deemed untouchable. “Master, you’d better pray the love worm never stops working. As long as my heart beats for you even once, I won’t let the ghosts climb all over you.” “Master, jade is flawless by nature. Now that you’re wearing this flower-purple dragon gauze, you’re even more immaculate. I’d love to let Senior Sister and the others have a look, too.” “Master, I’ve found a desire worm. Why don’t you try what it feels like to be controlled? You could spend your whole life as my prisoner, my bed slave. How would that be?” * You Jiao kneaded the tip of his lip with her delicate hand, her honeyed voice circling his ear like a ghost. “Master, say it. Say you love me, that you can’t leave me, that you want to be with me for all eternity.” Wentan rubbed against her hand and answered softly, one sentence at a time. “I love you.” “Good apprentice, call me Jade Darling.” “Jiao’er, I’ve always loved only you. Without the love worm, would you still love me?” * Wentan was guilty. His first crime: falling in love with a young, inexperienced girl from the ghost realm and secretly consorting with the Netherworld. This was a breach of his station. His second crime: allowing his people to plant love worms to win over the ghost realm, all while proclaiming that he acted for the common good. This was hypocrisy. His third crime: after his schemes were exposed and he was captured in the ghost realm, he surrendered to pleasure and begged for her affection. This was depravity. Theme: Live the life you want