MTL - Doomsday Home is the Most Stable - Chapter 186 That's the exit!

Le Yao became a cannon fodder wife for the *sshole CEO, Nangong Jue. As she cherished her life, she quickly signed the divorce agreement and walked away. After she got far away from him, she let herself fly free. Strongly determined to succeed, she returned to school and became the most beautiful scholar on campus. To turn her life around, she started cooking delicious food. When she started to live-stream her cooking sessions, she became a popular cooking goddess. Plus, she even taught line dancing to older ladies, becoming the sassiest dance goddess as she twisted her hips.

Le Yao was speechless. She unintentionally let herself fly free a little too quickly, huh?

Nangong Jue: “It’s fine. No matter how far or fast you fly, you’ll never fly out of my palm.”

A bunch of big shots who want to hug, kiss, and pamper the heck out of Le Yao: “…”

Le Yao: “…”

[From the Author of Author's POV...]

Emotions are like a drug to us.

The more we experience them, the more we become addicted.

The hardest part is not letting them consume us.

But it's already too late for me.

I've already been swallowed whole.

***

I had no knowledge of the game.

I was meant to have died.

And yet, I found myself in this situation.

A game I had never played before. A character I was unfamiliar with, and... A world that seemed to want to swallow me whole with every move I made.

What the hell is going on?

...and who am I?

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