Also Known as: My Golden Finger Is a Companion Husband
Ai Le is hopelessly lovestruck.
She gave her boyfriend all the resources and upgrade methods her father left behind, holding nothing back, and was always making him mental-energy supplements to nourish his body.
Yet he cruelly dumped her.
Finally seeing reality through the haze of infatuation, she challenged the scumbag to a ring match, determined to get back what was hers even if it cost her life.
"Why bother? Give it up. Even if you get it back, it won't do you any good."
Lying in a pool of blood in the ring, she looked at his hypocritical expression and wanted nothing more than to tear his face apart.
At that moment, her mental energy surged with tremendous power, enough to cut down thousands of troops. If only she had a summoning talent, she could summon the most powerful spirit beast.
But it was all wishful thinking. She shut her eyes in despair.
"Aaah!" A scream rang out.
She forced open her heavy eyelids and looked ahead.
A white-robed swordsman with fluttering sleeves raised his sword and gave it a light swing, killing a seventh-level spirit beast on the spot. The scumbag suffered a massive blow to his mental energy, spat blood, and fell into a coma he wouldn't wake from for a long time. He had nearly become a permanent vegetable.
After that, Ai Le, once mocked as hopelessly lovestruck, found herself a new goal.
She spent all day immersed in mental-energy training, searching for all kinds of spirit plants and fruits to increase her mental-energy level. Everyone around her assumed her last relationship had hurt her so badly that she had sworn off love and become a career-minded person striving to be a top summoner.
Ai Le sets the record straight: Sworn off love? Not at all. (Turns to ask her husband for a kiss.)
The husband, summoned and expecting danger: ...His wife wants a kiss, so... kiss, mwah!
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The base's founder had been asleep for years due to his failing health. When he finally awoke, he discovered that the mental-energy fragment he had split off had become someone else's summoned spirit beast and was clinging to the summoner, kissing and cuddling with a level of affection that made anyone's toes curl!
His face shifted from green to black to red: Shameless, disgraceful, vile!
Later, their mental-energy fragments merged.
He was damn good at kissing!
A sweet, lovestruck bottom x a powerful, divided top
Theme: Being lovestruck isn't wrong. The mistake is falling for the wrong person.
Isn't that station not concerned about life or death? It's better to send Zhazha to see the King of Hell at that time, so as not to have to worry about it.
There is indeed nothing wrong with being sincere. But this is divided into objects But really at the end of the day. The one who gives first. The one who takes out his heart first. It is destined to be impossible to win.
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