After the Divorce, My Ex-Husband Joined the Shura Field

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It took seven years of marriage for Song Xingjin to realize that Shi Jin didn't love him.

Shi Jin liked people who were sweet and obedient, so Song Xingjin painstakingly smoothed away every rough edge of his own personality.

But his devotion became a joke. Shi Jin's ideal was his first love, and Song Xingjin was only a stand-in.

So why keep pretending to be obedient?

With his sexy back and slim waist, he soon had people falling head over heels for him.

A refined scoundrel appeared: "A rose for a beauty."

A puppy-like young man appeared: "...Sis, I, I like you."

A body artist appeared: "Your body is the perfect match for my soul."

Every day brought a deadly temptation, every day was a little too hot to handle.

He let himself go.

At the office--

"Something's wrong, Mr. Shi! Your husband went to a nightclub!"

Busy with work, Shi Jin didn't even look up. "Let him go."

"Your husband is wearing women's clothes!"

The tip of Shi Jin's pen paused. He swallowed. "If he likes it, that's fine."

"No, I mean he's at the nightclub in women's clothes, drinking with three men, with his arms around them!"

Shi Jin jerked his head up. "!!"

He's doing it again?!

[Reader's guide]

* Cool, possessive top (Shi Jin) x breathtakingly beautiful, irresistible bottom (Song Xingjin)

* First love for both; both are virgins; misunderstandings

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★★★Coming soon: "They Keep Telling Me to Spread My Affection Around" [Book Transmigration]★★★

Mo Nianhuan woke up one day inside an exciting cultivation novel, as a tagalong little nobody destined to be cannon fodder.

In the story, he was the male lead's master's most unremarkable first disciple: dull-witted, frail, and only number one in looks.

But none of that mattered, because he was just cannon fodder.

They say being a master's disciple is the most dangerous job in the ancient world, so the second, third, and fourth disciples all coveted their master.

He watched the drama unfold while munching on snacks, knowing every exciting twist in the story by heart. Love really was blind and bold. It was a good thing he was useless; being a loser was just fine.

Then one day, he discovered that his frail self could split boulders with a single blow, strike across a mountain, and glide as lightly as a wave. And his beauty had reached new heights.

Him: ???

Wasn't he a loser? The book never said this would happen!

And so--

The ethereal, aloof master: "My dear Huanhuan, you've finally grown up."

The wickedly charming second junior: "Senior brother, I've missed you so much."

The gentle, considerate third junior: "Senior brother, have you heard that fellow disciples can become cultivation partners, too?"

The sweet, puppy-like fourth junior: "Senior brother, I... I want you."

He stood trembling in the middle of them all: ...

Wasn't the master supposed to be the most dangerous one?

He's just an ordinary, frail first senior brother.

And there are way too many of them!

[Reader's guide]

* Frail, delicate, irresistible bottom

* A split-personality top with multiple facets

* A love-triangle battlefield, one-on-one romance

Theme: Only by being honest with each other can a marriage last.