Insanely Pampered Wife: Divine Doctor Fifth Young Miss - Chapter 89: Holding on to a frying pan…

New book “Quick Transmigration Crushing Strategy: My Lord, Intensely Pampering.”“Empress's Daily Face Slapping” and “Excessively Pampering the Toxic Wife: Mama Plans to Overthrow” are completed![Apocalypse female reborn into cultivation, PK transmigrated evil secondary female character]With her parents murdered, her fiancé's betrayal, and her only brother's superpower disabled, Fang Yuxin fell from being a top wealthy beauty to a miserable cannon fodder!Only after her accidental rebirth, just before the apocalypse, did she realize that her deeply hated illegitimate younger sister was actually a transmigrator!The Jade bracelet stolen in her former life was actually a Cultivator's Spirit Mansion Space!She was determined to slap the face of the transmigrated girl with a gaming upgrade system and step on the ambitious man carrying the Dimension Trading Device!Hold on! Since when did she have such a grown son?PS: A thrilling tale of crushing trash, upgrading, and raising buns, where the heroine is neither mean nor saintly.Completed works: “Apocalypse's Cunning Merchant,” “Apocalypse Foodie System,” “Noble Cunning Merchant,” “Cultivation of the Ultimate Femme Fatale.”

When a national athlete of China laughs at being able to win a gold medal in video gaming, what a pro-gamer like yourself ought to do is take your size-42 shoe and measure it against his pretty face!

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?”

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”