Chapter 43: Dad, I love you
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“38 years old,” “old man,” “old corporate slave”— These labels were originally Zheng Yang’s armor. She had always believed that this armor could help her calmly handle everything about her…
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Do I Have to Be “Educated” Too?
A second round at life — but this time as the great beauty warlord of Academy City (not really). As a student of Academy City, she sits within the Federal…
Chapter 47: Barren mountains and wild ridges
The group returning from Hidden Sword Mountain. High in the sky. The wind howled fiercely. Luo Qingchen dangled in midair by the scruff of her neck, Ling Xiyue holding her…
Chapter 42: Prinia, Are You Plotting Against Me……
In the corridor, Prunier held Olivia’s hand. Prunier’s palm was warm, like holding a hand warmer. Olivia’s palm was cool, like holding a small piece of cold iron dug from…
Chapter 28: You’re absolutely right, but it’s all useless
“Agree?” Fake Lord glanced sideways at Moya and sneered. “How could she possibly agree?” “As a middle-aged Sierfu family head whose physical condition is steadily declining and whose sense of…
Chapter 36: And Narcissus?
The girl kneeling on the attic floor took the pocket watch and examined it closely, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly. It was indeed seven or eight parts similar, especially that…
Chapter 35: When Resigning, Greet the Boss’s Parents
Under Jiang Yiyun’s patient guidance, Ash finally signed the contract. This represented that Ash had officially become a certified magical girl, not only earning commissions by defeating monsters but also…
Chapter 42: Signs of menstruation
After basketball class, Zheng Yang was practically floating. She hadn’t played in so long. The feeling of running, jumping, and sweating on the court—the way she directed her teammates’ movements…
Chapter 41: Chastity Crisis, Zhen
Olivia bounced up from the bed, her silver hair whipping an arc through the air, the ends brushing against Prunier’s face. Her bare feet pressed onto the pink sheets, leaving…
Chapter 33: A Seed Takes Root
“……” Chocolate cookies… Chocolate… The gaze that had been lingering on Yin Xiaomeng’s cheeks unconsciously drifted downward along the smooth curve of her neck. Just a moment ago, she should…