MTL - Transmigrate to the ’80s to Be a Stepmother - Chapter 11

[Full text free] Luo Ci was young and ignorant, and fell in love with a noble and cold man. The man had a pair of beautiful hands, and his clear and exquisite features were like a face, and his abstinence could seduce people.

She brazenly said that she wanted to chase him, tease him, trick him, and get close to him, but this man was extremely cold and unmoved. The eldest lady was tired of chasing people and wanted to calm down, but this man held her hand and coaxed her over and over again—you can do whatever you want with him.

She was shamefully moved.

(The tone of the article, women chasing men.)

small theater:

A ghost in the rock world and Luo Ci, a gymnast, are suspected to be in love…

The well-known dubbing artist G Shen and Luo Ci have a scandal…

The world boxing champion and Luo Ci are suspected to be dating…

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Regarding the fact that everyone in the world has CP with my wife except myself, even the calmest person has a naive side, Shishu opened a topic that day—a super talk about CP between myself and Luo Ci.

I didn’t expect to be directly raped by the Internet…

- Description from novelbuddy

Dreaming back in the middle of the night, Wen Mingtang saw the ending of the beauty who pampered the golden house;

After waking up from the dream, Wen Mingtang changed his core and decided to take a down-to-earth path…

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At the end of last year, the evaluation forms for personnel changes in various ministries in the capital came out, and the public chef of Dali Temple topped the list with a record of changing 12 cooks in half a year.

Since then, the public chef of Dali Temple has become famous in the first battle, and has become a nightmare for cooks all over the capital.

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On this day, a new chef came to the public kitchen of Dali Temple who had been vacant for more than half a month…

- Description from novelbuddy

This is an Isekai styled story, written from the point of view of the protagonist.

Discover the secret of the new, unknown world with Peter, as he sets his first steps in an empty, ruined city. Meet new people from all around the globe. Fight, laugh, and cry.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.