MTL - The Earth People are so Fierce (Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!) - Chapter 1799 confusing

[Cross-species top love]
Don’t just pick up a strange woman and go home for the night, something will happen.
Qi Wenxi regrets it now.
The poor woman she kindly brought home is not as innocent and harmless as the surface,
On the contrary, the other party is very abnormal and everything is unknown.
The skin is cold, the voice is low, full of wildness, and it likes to eat raw food.
Even more like staring at her, sticking to her, touching her.
As spring approaches, all things recover.
Qi Wenxi found that the way the woman looked at her started to look wrong.

Qi Wenxi couldn’t take it anymore and wanted to escape, but he couldn’t escape at all. “Don’t look at me with such strange eyes, okay?”
Jing Lian stared at her with deep eyes: “As a partner, you must do your job well.”
Professor Qi: “…When did I become your partner?”
Whale: “If you’re shy, I’ll take you to the deep sea, where no one is there, you can let go.”
Qi Wenxi’s face was pale, does she want to dedicate her first time to this savage killer whale? !
…

[She is the abyss, the beast, and the sweetheart who is most tender to you. 】

Instructions for reading:
1. One of the female protagonists is the ancestor of the deep-sea overlord killer whale, S+ class staring at his wife and crazy, possessive, hungry and thirst.
2. Lack of love and acting skills to send a sick and charming ancestor & a veteran professor who is cold on the outside and soft on the inside [mild social fear]
3. This article is a two-way sweet pet, Su Shuang, 1v1, slow heat, micro-hunting
4. Pay attention to the scarf: Xia Suxi
5. Enter V on January 27, please support the genuine version.

Content tags: Qiangqiang, a soft spot, near the water tower, sweet text
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- Description from novelbuddy

With clairvoyant eyes, the King of the Night, Ye Tian, secretly entered the bustling city!!!

The archaeologist “red-haired witch” made too big of a disturbance while excavating tombs, gloriously becoming a martyr in the midst of the grave chamber’s collapse. Seventeen years later, she had transmigrated into the Five Regions Continent. The delinquent Meng Fuyao who struggled to survive in the lowest rungs of society, cast aside her boyfriend who was about to marry another person with a slice of his five fingers.

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