Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 354 - The Impregnable Royal Secret Vault
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1256- Why did they come?
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 653: Oxen and Dogs are the Same
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 368: Internal Broadcast
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 289: Scary
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1255- I don't agree
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 43.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1254- Uncertain Talking Lady
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 353 - After Eating The Meat, Leave Some Broth For Others
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 652: Senior and Junior Apprentice Brothers
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3849: Perfect Collaboration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 367: First Floor
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 288: Poem
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1253- Two faced monster
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1252- Petty person's pride
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 352 - Let's Settle This Once And For All!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.3
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 651.2: Someone Came From Afar, Someone Is Leaving for Somewhere Far Away - Part 2
After the supervisor left, Huai Xu stared at the black envelope in her hand and the souvenir left by the door.
The souvenir was a gift bag wrapped with satin ribbons, its exquisiteness starkly contrasting the chipped wall of her house. The gift emanated a fresh scent of perfume that, when mixed with the faint musty smell of its surroundings, created an oppressive and indescribable atmosphere.
Nothing about the gift fit the environment it was in.
Huai Xu understood the purpose of Song Yingshi's keycard.
It was a reminder that she, Huai Xu, was a kept woman. It reminded her of her lowly status.
Huai Xu placed the keycard aside, unwilling to spare it another glance.
She walked over to the mirror, a trace of confusion flickering in her eyes as she stared at herself.
Song Ming and Song Yingshi. Both were seemingly infatuated with her face, yet she could never understand their logic.
She held a pair of scissors to her face, contemplating on whether she should rid herself of this problem magnet once and for all. However, after what felt like an eternity, she abandoned this line of thought.
I'm not the one who should pay the price, Huai Xu thought to herself.
A strange calmness settled over her heart, and nothing seemed to matter to her anymore.
She set aside the scissors carefully, washed her face, and prepared for what would come tomorrow.
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Six o'clock the next morning, a Mulsanne pulled up in front of Huai Xu's apartment, and the chauffeur stood at attention by the vehicle, waiting.
Such extravagance was rarely seen in this rundown part of S City, so it drew many eyes from the residents of the area.
However, when Huai Xu, a poor but beautiful girl, entered the luxury vehicle, the residents' curious gazes quickly turned contemptuous.
…
In contrast to Huai Xu's VIP treatment, Song Yingshi jogged to the Capella Hotel herself. By the time she arrived, she was drenched in sweat and gasping for air, but she felt great nonetheless.
She reveled in the feeling of perspiration, the tangible evidence that she was still alive.
For
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