Our Glamorous Time - Chapter 23

Starting from today, I am retired. But what should I be doing? I neither have the skills, nor the mind to do business, my only advantage is this pair of hands which have taken this world. What a headache…

Note: The usage of the term “retired” here doesn’t mean retiring from old age, work etc. It’s a specific term to refer to not involving oneself in the affairs of a certain society.

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[This is a story of the struggle of a daughter-in-law, and it is also a story of making Aojiao Lengye a peerless good man. 】

Chu Qianqian was ill, and after recovering, it was a blessing in disguise. He could cook and treat people.

He was once abandoned by the scumbag because of his bad horoscope, and then he was invited back by the scumbag because the horoscope was too good.

But at this time, she is no longer the cowardly and incompetent “she” she used to be.

Want her to marry? Yes you can.

First spit out her mother’s dowry, and then drive the disgusting mother-in-law off the stage, and those little white flowers who tried to rob her of her marriage—

“Let me go, I’ll come.” I don’t know when, he stood behind her, hugged her waist tightly, and declared that in the world, whoever bullied her, humiliated her, or harmed her, he would destroy him.

Looking at this man who can’t even provoke the emperor, a warm current flowed in her heart, but she took a step back and said firmly–

“It’s not impossible for me to marry you, but let’s talk about it first. I don’t care if you are married or not, but I will never share a husband with other women after marriage. If you agree, I will marry; if you don’t agree, I will run away!”

escape?

He pinched her chin, “Stinky girl, give me a try to escape?”

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Spicy Fabre, a YouTuber specializing in poisonous insects and venomous creatures is reincarnated in a Murim. The Tang Family of Sacheon wants him.

[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”