Nurturing Humanity - Chapter 1351

As soon as I opened my eyes, I had a thrilling caesarean section.

Looking at the younger brothers and younger sisters waiting to be fed in their arms, the skinny second and third younger sisters, and the weak and delicate mother.

Hua Jiujiu decides to stay away from his best relatives and make a fortune.

After breaking off relatives and going out, everyone in the village said:

If there is no food at home, they will starve to death.

Oh, there are several acres of grain in the space, waiting for her to cut.

If the family has no money, they will not be able to survive.

Oh, with one-handed medical skills, the flesh and bones of the living dead, for a place of treatment, the princes and nobles all robbed their heads.

If there is no man in the family, they will be bullied.

Oh, uh, this…

Hua Jiujiu ran to the back hill to break the thatched hut, cornering a certain man.

“Man, marry me!”

I thought I could live a peaceful and beautiful life in the country.

But I didn’t think that one day, this man transformed into a mighty God of War prince who shook the world.

Hua Jiujiu shivered and hid in the corner.

The man pulled her into his arms, his eyes full of pampering.

“Lady, how do you want my husband to serve you at night?”

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[Slow Burn]

Kalea Orlin Lovaata is a poor girl who just lives with her mother, who is an alcoholic and has a mental illness. Her life is tormented just because her face is so similar to that of her mother’s ex-husband, who cheated on her 11 years ago and left them both. No matter how much work she does, she still can’t cover all her current needs. Because she was desperate, it occurred to Kalea to ask her college friend who was famous for a myriad of rumors following her.

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