

Noah suffered relentless bullying from his adopted younger brother, Lucas, which led to him tumbling off a building. In a twist of fate, his body hits Joe—a mafia godfather who had been trying to save him—as he plummets to the ground, and both of them lose their lives. In order to save Joe, doctors transplant his brain into Noah’s body. Joe decides to keep living his life as Noah—pursuing the dreams he never fulfilled in his youth, while also helping Noah reclaim the life that had been stolen from him by the cruelty of the people in his life.
![[ENG DUB] Flirting Is My Cultivation Method](https://acfs3.goodshort.com/dist/src/assets/images/pc/common/f901131c-default-book-cover.png)
A modern girl, Claire Stone, accidentally binds to a "Nectar System" and is transmigrated with the ultra-rare Pure-Yang Body. To survive and level up, she must earn points by getting close to high-quality romantic targets. Along the way, she meets four very different men: a gentle senior disciple, a cold sword master, a wild demon lord, and a fox spirit.

.Every April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me. Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out. He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real. As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him. Instead, I was met with a face full of cake. He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke. However, this time, I took a step back. After six disappointments, I chose to walk away. So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?

.Every April Fools' Day, my boyfriend joined his childhood friend in the same cruel prank, pretending to propose to me. Last year, I slipped the ring onto my finger, my heart full of hope. Suddenly, the mechanism snapped tight. Pain shot through my hand, and I cried out. He apologized afterward and promised that, this year, the proposal would be real. As such, I arrived carefully dressed, believing him. Instead, I was met with a face full of cake. He reached out gently, wiping the cream from my face as if it were nothing more than a harmless joke. However, this time, I took a step back. After six disappointments, I chose to walk away. So why was it that, in the end, he was the one consumed by regret?