Fully Leveled Bigshot Becomes A Farmgirl - Chapter 130 - : It’s Too Dirty, Don’t Listen

In a modern world, a professional assassin was murdered by her beloved and found herself revived in an ancient world as a general’s daughter with a weak physique. She was engaged to a prince, but because she did not have a nice appearance, her fiancé and sister attempted to kill her. Although she had to struggle to survive, there were also those who unconditionally loves her that supported her in her time of need.

[Healing is a warm love text, this article is strong and strong for men and women to love each other, double clean and double learning tyrants]

My mother is a movie queen and my father is a famous director. As a wealthy family, N Daining Youguang played a cameo role in my father’s movie at the age of seven, and the whole entertainment industry is waiting for her to grow up.

Debut is the top stream?

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Prosperity Beauty has the resources, and anonymous bloggers have millions of fans and don’t want to be a star.

Be honest and be a doctor, isn’t it fragrant to save all sentient beings in Purdue so as not to die young again?

She wants to go to bed early, get up early, raise flowers and cats to live to be 100 years old, and live all the life she never had in her previous life!

Youguang never imagined that she would meet a patient in her previous life who died prematurely and was not cured in time—the capital boss Shi Mochizuki.

Introduction two:

After the mother Xia Ying took her half-brother on a reality show, the younger brother was distracted.

Host: “Is my brother speechless when he sees the beautiful sister?”

The younger brother looked at the female star next to her who was called “prosperous beauty” and said with disapproval: “It’s okay, it’s only one ten thousandth as beautiful as my sister.”

The whole room was shocked, and instantly detonated the entertainment circle and exploded the hot search on Weibo.

Mom agrees: “My sister is absolutely amazing.”

Then one day, a photo of my sister was accidentally exposed.

Black fans:

“Brother, I will never laugh at you again.”

“Is this the beauty that humans should have?”

- Description from novelbuddy

High bun, eyeglasses, long sleeve shirt and plaited skirt. Dressed so strictly, FengJiu reached 28 without having any intimate interaction with men.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.