Kill the Sun - Chapter 172 – Floors

After enduring the wreckage of a broken marriage, Gabriel Williams finally made the decision to let go of his unfaithful husband. But letting go didn't mean forgiving and it certainly didn't mean forgetting. No, Gabriel craved something darker. He craved revenge.And that revenge came in an unexpected form: a dangerously attractive therapist.Someone who was supposed to heal broken marriages. Someone whose job was to mend, restore, and save love. Instead, this so-called savior became the very man who would tear Gabriel's marriage apart even further.“Make me moan, Mr. Therapist.”______Warning: This novel contains heavy smut and when I say heavy, I mean unapologetically explicit, raw, and relentless, r19. If erotic content is not your cup of tea, kindly look away now.For everyone else… welcome.

Su Yao, who was clearly a real daughter but died, was reborn.

In her last life, she swallowed her anger, and then she was cruel and cruel.

No one would think it would be too fishy to suck her blood.

Once again, she will be the last month, crowned with pearls, shining brightly.

Someone followed behind her while digging a hole for her, and painstakingly persuaded her:

Without so much effort, do you see the crown on my head?

You are the most gorgeous one above.

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30-year-old Jo Minjoon has always wanted to become a chef. He started his culinary career late in life, however, and is currently chopping onions at a restaurant. Regretting his life choices, he wishes he could go back to change it all and falls asleep. Meanwhile, someone out there is willing to give him another chance and send him back in time. How will he use the new powers he obtained from this mysterious being?

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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