MTL - Imperfections - Chapter 135 ... the **** thing

She found that her fiance was sick and squeamish, but it was a little expensive to raise.
The poor and poor high-level bosses have to make money to support their husbands while accumulating merits.
Then, he went to the construction site to move bricks and was caught by his husband. He set up a stall at the door to tell fortunes and was carried back by his husband. He went out to catch demons and was carried back by his husband.
The big devil is very distressed, what should my husband do if he always wants to keep her at home?
Yu Chao is rich and Huaizhi is helpless, what should the little girl always like to go to dangerous places?

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[Ding!][Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.~~~~Alex, a 18-year-old ordinary guy, finds himself inexplicably transmigrated into the plot of a Cheesy with no logic bashing novel.But his excitement quickly turns to dread when he realizes he hasn’t taken the role of the protagonist but the villain.To make matters worse, he’s destined to be the first stepping stone for the novel’s protagonist—the Plot armor son.Terrified of his impending doom, Alex thought of changing his strategy of even going as far as changing the whole story plot if he can survive in this braindead novel.And like some ROB or GOD answering his prayers for having fun on his decision, a mechanical voice spind in his mind and a blue transparent panel appeared in front of his eye.[Ding!][System Activated!]Detecting the host's desire to alter the original storyline.Activating [Villain System]…Alex’s relief is short-lived when he discovers the system’s peculiar goal:[Ding!][Mission Unlocked: Eliminate the moles planted by Rose in the Reid Industries.]Reward: $10 billion in cash upon mission completion.With his life on the line and a mission ahead, Alex embarks on his journey to survive the braindead Novel.Will he be able survive or fall victim to the Plot Armor son Aka Protagonist.Well that is for the future Alex to decide and know and you readers…

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[ Caution: High Heat Advisory ]“Harper, stop undressing me with your eyes. The plot isn’t going that way… YET.”Harper McKenzie, a newbie web novel author, has a problem — she struggles with romance scenes. As someone with almost nonexistent real-life experience in the matter, she can’t get the intimate chemistry right, and those chapters always come out dry and cringy.Fortunately for her, Harper finds a freelance editor willing to workshop her writing. But the surprise? That editor turns out to be her childhood friend and the very first crush of her life.What happens now when he offers her personal lessons on how to write the hottest romance … and love scenes?--------------Note: this is a fun, cozy, sweet story with a low-drama plot. No love triangles, no misunderstandings, no memory loss / car accidents / terminal illnesses / etc.. Mature content abounds, starting out soft but heats up quickly. You’ve been warned!--------------Sneak Peek:He slid her bra over her shoulders and, with impossibly quick and skilled work, tied the lacy garment around her wrists. “Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.Harper’s already faltering heartbeat faltered some more. The command in his tone was foreign, but it crashed over her like a heat wave, and even though she could barely begin to picture how salacious she must look, with her hands bound and thighs spread wide like an offering to be ravished, she could feel the scorching need coiling hotter and hotter in her core. Her body obeyed eagerly on its own accord, bringing herself fully open just like she was told.Eli grinned. Moving between her legs, he trailed hot kisses along her inner thigh, leaving sizzling little fires crackling in its wake. “Good girl. Now, what should your character say next?” A finger glided over her wet and wanting flesh in a slippery stroke, making her heart slam to a hard stop as a moan tore free. “Write the next line for me, what should I say before I unravel you with my tongue and make you scream my name?”