Read PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS - Chapter 358: Wow, I am useless.

Read now -> PAMPERED BY MY THREE BROTHERS: THE RETURN OF THE NEGLECTED HEIRESS - Chapter 358: Wow, I am useless.

Previous chapter: Chapter 357: I changed my mind

Next chapter: Chapter 359: Why did he even take me here?

PREVIEW

... y stared at her Second Brother’s serious face, her expression twisting a little.

Was there anywhere else Hugo could think of? Or did he really only have two options for tonight?

"Senior Brother, don’t be like that." Ginnie pulled Penny’s arm closer to her. "Don’t worry. If you’re worried about these guys, they won’t try to hit on her — I promise."

Hugo slowly narrowed his eyes at Ginnie. "Really?"

"Really." Her lips stretched from ear to ear before she moved her e ...

Read full chapter

Ambiguous Relationship

1k

4.8/5(votes)

ComedyJoseiRomance

He is handsome, arrogant and is of the elite class. Being straightforward and brave, she shamelessly pursued him, sending him gifts, flowers and tried to get close to him. She was humiliated when his staff gossiped about her and retreated. Then he rejected her and told her they could only be friends. She avoided him but no matter how much she tried, they frequently cross paths.

Suddenly one day he told her. “I want to be your boyfriend.”

What a mess! ! !

Chapter 200 - : Might as Well Offend Him to the End!

Three Little Troublemakers Turned the World Upside Down After My Divorce

1.8k

5.0/5(votes)

FantasyRomance

Chapter 80 – Mist Tower

I Keep Reincarnating, Why Is He Still Alive?

46

4.5/5(votes)

XianxiaXuanhuanComedy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.