The Revival of the Vampire Empress! - Chapter 8: The Debt Owed

The omega Luci, who came to Earth for the first time, thought that she was bound to die, so she indulged once, but unexpectedly discovered that the people on Earth can also delay her fever period, giving her hope of surviving.
The manager brought her into the set and warned her repeatedly not to mess with Teacher Chi.
She looked at the beautiful woman, her eyelids twitched slightly, sorry, it’s over.
Others said that Chi Yinghou was cold and indifferent, a flower of the high mountains, who could only be seen from a distance, but not touched. Thinking of her cramped appearance that day, Lu resigned.
During the filming, Lu Ci played the role of the high-cold president. His aloof and indifferent demeanor amazed the audience. After the performance, Chi Shuang handed her the sleeve and asked, “Touch my clothes to see if I am the wife of the president.” material?”
Lu Ci: ………?
At the awards ceremony, backstage, Chi Shuang blocked her in the dressing room, “Little Luer, I haven’t seen you for so long, do you miss me?”
The corners of Lu Ci’s eyes twitched slightly, looking at the man’s restless hands, “It’s only been two hours.”
When seeing that person always trying his best to have intimate contact with him, Lu Ci once thought it was the sequelae caused by her ingesting too much of her own pheromone, and with a little apology, tried to cooperate with her thoughts.
It was only later that I realized, huh, a certain person’s nature was just revealed 🙂
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The original point of view is the main subject, but because there are a small amount of mutual attack in the text, it will inevitably cause discomfort, so the point of view is changed to mutual attack.

Content tags: entertainment circle, slapping face, sweet article, cool article
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu Ci, Chi Shuang ┃ Supporting role: ┃ Others: abo
One-sentence introduction: Did Teacher Chi see his wife today?
Conception: The world regards me as worthless, but I bloom like a rose

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To pick is to choose. This is a story about choices. Three thousand worlds full of gods and demons, with a daoist scroll in your hand, you are able to control the entire universe…

Thirty Years East, Thirty Years West. Don’t you bully the young and poor!Split open the sky!Go against Heaven!Sick and tired of that kind of cultivation quote and troupe? The never-ending long grind that seemed to have one world after another once you supposedly reached the false apexes?Well, it’s time to broaden your horizons! You shall now be blessed with the perspective of someone who’s at the top of the top: Ye Ming.Someone who had foolishly decided to experience mortal life before realizing how crap it was. It was time to return to his real life.“I wasn’t born with a diamond spoon, but born with the endgame life.” Ye Ming laughed sinisterly. He was the sole Young Master of a family who dominated everything already.Trash cultivation? Trash spiritual roots? Trash background?Sorry, but that ain’t Ye Ming!However, he does have one great and relatable trait: procrastination.

He mocked the omegaverse. Now he’s living it—with a baby on the way.Souta Tachibana was just your average, overworked office drone—until his BL-obsessed coworker introduced him to a trashy omegaverse romance novel. Curious (and a little horrified), Souta read it for laughs. But then he died in an accident.Now, he wakes up in the body of Lucien d’Armoire, a minor noble in the empire of Aetheria. No plot relevance. No destined lovers. Just a quiet, boring life as a background beta.Until one morning, he throws up into a chamber pot… and his doctor says something unthinkable:“Baron d’Armoire, you’re pregnant.”Which is impossible.Because he's male.And straight!And because Betas can’t get pregnant.…Right?Except Lucien is no Beta. He’s a rare male Omega. Apparently, during one reckless, drunken night, Lucien slept with an Alpha. Now he's pregnant, confused, and definitely not ready to be a father. To make matters worse—he doesn’t even know who the father is.