My Aloof Lord Ex-Husband Begs for Remarriage - Chapter 382 - 383 Interrogation

No family, no power, no inheritance — a thrice-lacking protagonist. Just how will the seed rise up from the mud?

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When it comes to chasing a male god, who does it best? Please come to City C and find Miss Morris.When Ariel Morris was young, she chased after Jimmy Season, the top male idol at Scenic Hill High School, and secured her place as the number one on the female-chasing-male leaderboard, a record yet unbroken.Time passed, and eight years later, upon meeting her male god again, Ariel Morris once more embarked on her long journey of pursuit.After marriage, there was an interview by reporters with the sweet and loving couple.“May I ask, who chased whom?”Ariel Morris laughed charmingly, “Of course… I chased him!”The crowd was shocked!Young Master Seys lightly smiled, “Sometimes, chasing someone doesn't necessarily require hands-on effort, just a little brainwork. And clearly, my wife's IQ is lacking, and her emotional intelligence is zero.”Miss Morris: “……”So, in this emotional pursuit, who really chased whom? And who first had feelings?……—Many years later, does the person you love still love you?—It turns out, what is constantly on your mind will indeed have a response!Arlo Seys & Ariel Morris: Serenity Time, Seasonal.May the wind dye white frost, and may Seasonal never fade away Ariel!

All Pete wanted was to be buried in wine grapes. Was that too much to ask?Now he's in a fantasy world, far from home, and stuck underground in the body of a smelly dwarf with fantastic facial hair. The worst part though? The swill that the dwarves are falling all over themselves to drink. Its flat, it's watery, and it has the alcohol content of a rancid coconut. Can Pete save the dwarves from their own Sour fate, or will he be forever doomed to plink his pickaxe away in hopes that he hits the mother lode. Come for the cozy fantasy, stay for the beer puns that will leave you hop-ping mad! A bubbly slice of life LitRPG with love, laughter, and a little melancholy, just like drinking a bottle of Whitbier on the beach. Has some monster fights but no real gore. No elves or harems allowed.