Married to My Ex-Fiancé's Cousin - Chapter 64 Pressing Her on the Couch_1

Roy died during a war against the Evil God Cult, but somehow, he returned back in time to 30 years in the past where he was just a boy who awaken his summoning magic.

As an alchemist who was once called a ghost in the world of comprehension, Lin Jing didn’t really have much opinion on changing her shell and changing the world, as long as she could still make alchemy.
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No, the people here don’t practice pills, they only practice medicine. Lin Jing calmly accepted the fact that she had become a pharmacist, and then devoted herself to the great cause of refining magical potions.
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It’s just that when her potion came out, everyone exploded.
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Customer No. 1: “Oh my God, what kind of medicine is this! My stool accidentally touched a little, and it ran away with long legs!”
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Customer No. 2: “What is your stool running away? My pet stole my medicine and even started swearing at people!”
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Client No. 3: “What are you guys? My house drank the potion and flew straight away. Do you feel the horror of waking up early in the morning and finding yourself in outer space?!”
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Lin Jing calmly ignored the unfriendly experiences of the customers. She is just a little pharmacist, she only makes medicine and refuses to bear the consequences.

(This article is also known as [Daughter-in-law, she is cute, sweet and sticky], well, this is a sweet pet text in a cool skin (〃?〃))

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Content tags: Time-traveling female strong interstellar sweet text

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One sentence introduction: Only sell medicine, not after-sale!

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She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.