I Became A Hit After My Divorce! - Chapter 790 - : English Name

This is a story of a sicko and vicious tongue male lead pampering and obsession over his little wife.

Once she crossed over in a novel, she became a hateful cannon fodder to marry the Seven Lord of Gu family. It’s rumored that the Seven Lord of Gu family has a Buddha’s mouth but a vipe’s heart, unpredictable temperament, and very superd of making human skin as painting fan.

The most terrible thing is that is man is the white lotus female lead head over heels’s crush. The biggest demon in the book, the kind that the male lead must admit when sees him.

This… this this this, isn’t it like forcibly pushing her to the Yellow Spring road?

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At night, she straddled the wall and watched the Seven Lord, who was smiling faintly under the wall, she could not help but swallowed in fear.

“Seven, Seven Lord….”

“Huh?” Gu Zifu lightly nodded and sat next to her. He raised his hand to touch her face: “Qing Qing, where are you going this late in the night?”

Su Qing was flustered. The water mist covering eyes and her voice was like a thin silk: “I come out look, look at the moon….”

“Moon?” Seven Lord chuckled, “Does it look better than me?”

Su Qing counseled, and quickly shook her head as she looks at him.

Gu Zifu laughed lightly. He hook her chin looking at that delicate lips and said: “Be good.”

——Be good, I’ll give it to you whatever you want.

- Description from Novelupdates

A series of short stories in the world of Toaru Majutsu no Index organized into chapters featuring Kanzaki Kaori as the protagonist, going around the world and space doing missions for the Church of Necessary Evil, however, there is more than meets the eye as each incident is connected.

One chapter was bundled with each limited edition release of the Toaru Kagaku no Railgun anime DVD and BDs, with all of them together being equivalent to a single normal Toaru Majutsu no Index volume

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