Slice Of Life In Fantasy World - Chapter 216: Don’t Unlock It; Chapters Will Come Out From Tomorrow!

His filming opportunities were taken by others, his boyfriend cheated on him, he gave up a rich, tall handsome fiance and devoted himself to a scumbag. In the end, he was beaten to death by the scumbag. Yan Qing Chi felt that although this danmei cannon fodder supporting male that he transmigrated into was troublesome, it was kind of tragic that he died like this through his own actions.

So, the first thing that Yan Qing Chi did after taking over this body was to catch them in the act and beat up the scumbag! The second thing that he did, was to agree to the marriage proposal from the aristocratic fiance.

However, Yan Qing Chi stared down at his big belly. Who can tell him what the heck this was?! Don’t tell him that he transmigrated into a mpreg novel???

Standing on the side, tall, rich, and handsome Film Emperor Jiang asked carefully, “Babe, do you want a boy or a girl?”

Yan Qing Chi: Do I want a WHAT?!

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Waking up from a deep sleep, Lin Yue found herself having transmigrated into a peasant's new wife, and to make matters more complicated, she was a replacement for a deceased wife. The husband, over a decade older than her, had already lost two former wives. It wasn't so much a marriage; she had been sold to the family by her unscrupulous parents. Her fate was out of her hands. Before her stood one, two, three, four children, like a line of burdens, all gazing at her with blurry and hopeful eyes. Lin Yue felt an enormous pressure, “Thanks to Yuewen Book Review Group for providing review support!”

*Caution**TABOO CONTENT**STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT*THIS CONTENT IS VERY HARMFUL FOR A NORMAL PERSON'S MIND.__________________________________Leon is a MILF lover, an orphan and a virgin.He has a single goal in his mind, Fuck a MILF who is not a prostitute.But, Unfortunately before Leon could've completed his dream, he died accidentally due to an Angel's mistake.In order to make up for his mistake, The angel promised Leon another life in a magical but rather backward and undeveloped world.He let Leon choose three skills of his choice.[Skill Crafter (F)]“You can only craft F-rank skills with this, are you sure you want this skill ?” The angel asked with a confused expression.“Yes.” Leon replied.[inspect][Adaptive Body]...With these three skills Leon's soul possessed the body of Leon Luster who has a widow MILF step-mother and a married busty hot step-sister whose husband only comes home once every year.“Wait... so in this world Sex is like a five minute duty ? that means women here don't know anything about pleasure ? hehehehe.”“what do you mean we have no bed and have to sleep together on one matress mom ?”“I can't take this, let's make a skill...”[Touch Of Lust]Will Leon make his dream come true ? or will he get more than he asked for ?[NOTE: COVER IS NOT MINE, IF THE OWNER WANTS ME TO REMOVE IT. I WILL DO SO IMMEDIATELY.]

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”