Sweet Wife in My Arms - Chapter 2360

"Locke transmigrated into an era where everyone had Battle Beasts. Daemons were rampant and humans were forced to build walls around their dwellings while depending on Beastmasters to keep those monsters at bay.

The whole world knows that she loves me, but only I know that I am a substitute!

When Jiang Liuyi was twenty-six years old, she caught up with the fashion and got married randomly.
The flash marriage partner was a woman of her age, with a good personality and a good temper.
What my friends envy the most is being obedient to her,
Even knowing that she was a random substitute because he broke up with his ex-girlfriend,
There is no complaint or regret to stay by her side, and it is as sweet as it is.

Jiang Liuyi was very useful.

Later, her ex-girlfriend returned to China, and the two needed to meet for business reasons.
A friend teased her about kneeling on the washboard when she got home. She was stunned for a while before she realized,

Her wife never asked about her ex-girlfriend.

In a word: You have the white moonlight, but I have the cinnabar mole.

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Liuyi, Song Xian ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others:
One sentence introduction: You have white moonlight, I have cinnabar mole
Conception: Deep love is not as good as long-term companionship.

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This is the story of Ryo, who was reincarnated in the world of swords and magic.It is a story of the royal road to survive using the magic of water attribute.What is magic? What is swordsmanship?How does it relate to the laws of physics that we know?Or what is politics? What is a nation?Why are there many 『kingdoms』 in reincarnation stories? Will republics not work?Can it be written …?Since it is a water-based magician, so it shall start with 『Hydrogen bond』!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.