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Sleepwalker Sammy J

Après avoir échoué à séduire le grand ponte tyrannique, j'ai été entraînée dans un mariage

# THÉRAPEUTIQUE # GÂTERSAFEMME # TÊTUE Sang Qianqian, la fille aînée de la famille Sang, avait dix-huit ans quand elle est tombée amoureuse de Shen Hanyu à première vue. "Je t'aime, Shen Hanyu." "Mais pas moi," répondit Shen Hanyu sans pitié, chaque mot plein de détermination. "Ni maintenant, ni jamais."Furieuse, la riche héritière planifia sa vengeance contre Shen Hanyu mais découvrit par hasard qu'il deviendrait un tyran froid et impitoyable qui détruirait sa famille ! Sa rancœur envers lui monta en flèche, mais après son départ, il manqua Sang Qianqian comme un fou, alors qu'elle menait maintenant une vie insouciante après avoir déménagé loin et feint sa mort. Soudain, elle entendit la nouvelle que Shen Hanyu, devenu un magnat et apparemment plus fou encore, avait fait exhumé sa tombe et était maintenant à sa recherche. Alarmée, elle se dépêcha de faire ses valises pour s'enfuir à nouveau... seulement pour trouver l'homme lui-même debout à sa porte, respirant à travers des dents serrées, "Tu fuis encore ? Vas-y."Sachant que l'évasion était futile, Sang Qianqian changea de tactique et tenta de s'en sortir en usant de son charme, mais échoua et finit par s'y soumettre.***Des années plus tard, réalisant qu'elle avait été dupée, Sang Qianqiang jeta les papiers du divorce devant Shen Hanyu. "Je veux divorcer !"Shen Qianyu la tira simplement dans ses bras et se pencha pour l'embrasser. Se détachant après un long moment, il demanda d'une voix rauque, "Tu veux toujours divorcer ?"Étourdie par le baiser, Song Qianqian marmonna, "N-Non..." "Alors appelle-moi chéri." "C-Chéri..."Shen Hanyu acquiesça, satisfait. "C'est bien, ma fille."
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The Omnistore System

Discord link :-https://discord.gg/VYpeADXd38 join for character artworks *ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear. "Hello..." he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth. "Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?" a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab. The boy, referred to as the "Pissed-up Prat" by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, "Who is this?" "What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!" the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent. The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked. As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state. The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine. Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, "Whose shop is this?" In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind. [The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]
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