MTL - Returning from the Low-Magic World, I Created My Own Artificial Intelligence - Chapter 470 Brain-Computer VR Platform for Open Classes

When Qiao Moyu awakened, she found herself in a novel world and had become the villainess who was loathed by the President, the story’s male protagonist.

Qiao Moyu, the President’s childhood friend, came to his door whilst holding a baby, but the man said he won’t take any responsibility since the child wasn’t his!

As she stared at her adorable and proud little toddler, Qiao Moyu decided to take this chance to raise her son while having a fresh start in her acting career. As for the other problems, she’ll just take it easy!

However, a few months later ~

President: “You’re not some disgusting mosquito blood, you’re my white moonlight (first love).”

Luo Luo: “Mama, he’s not Baobei’s father. Baobei doesn’t want him.”

A certain Film Emperor: “I want both you and the child.”

Online fans: “Qiao Moyu is ours!”

[Mature Content][18+ Only] [Hidden Relationship]“Do you like what you see?” I asked provocatively, feeling his gaze travel down my bare skin.Christian pushed me onto the bed, leaning over me. I noticed how his eyes darkened with a deep desire.“Yes, Leslie, I like it very much,” he replied in a whisper, placing his lips on mine.His kiss sent a wave of fire through my body, making me crave his touch even more.--------------Twenty-year-old Leslie Moresi is the second daughter of the prestigious Moresi family. While her life may seem glamorous from the outside, the reality is that she is a bird locked in a gilded cage.Controlled and unable to make any of her own decisions, she begins to feel all of the color fade from her life.One day, she attends an important business dinner with her family, where she meets the elusive Christian Vittoria, the most eligible man in the country -- turning her life upside down.So what if he is about to become her brother-in-law?#noharem #hiddenrelationship #smut

I reincarnated with e*otic game skills, but this is apparently an apocalyptic dark fantasy. I can’t die, so I tried to save the world with e*otic game skills… “Saint! Save us!!” “Saint! Save us!!!” People keep calling me a saint.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.