I Studied Abroad in the Modern Times - Chapter 47Book 2: : The Fool’s Fortune

The eldest daughter of the Yan family, Yan Jinyu, who has been missing for 16 years, has been found. She is brought back from an orphanage by her fiancé, the Second Master of the Yin family.

Shi Qian opened her eyes and looked at the man’s handsome face.

“You have to be responsible to me.”

The thin lips of a certain black-bellied evildoer slightly hooked, with a smile that was not a smile.

From then on, there was an extra goblin in the house of Lord Zhan, the great demon king of the imperial capital! The big devil turned into a faint king and spoiled the little goblin to the sky!

Some people: “It’s useless except for that face, it’s just a vase! I’ll be dumped by Master Zhan sooner or later!”

Not long after… the legendary god turned out to be that little goblin!

Why does the boss of the hacker army look a bit like that little goblin!

The founder of the popular game on the Internet is more like that little goblin.

The woman who defeated the number one expert in the ancient martial arts is also a bit like… a boss! Kneel down!

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What?! The sticking to her daily, eating her tofu (taking advantage of her ) is a cross-dresser?

Not to mention that he is the Evil Highness!! She had slept beside him, and was touched by him, what a big loss!

Ah–!

Softly on his chest, listening to his pounding, strong heartbeat, her face turned red. Her greatest desire was to be in his arms.

She never dared to dream before, dared not wish for, and thought that in this life there was no such chance. This had been in her most secret heart of hearts, she longed for his warmth, longed for his love.

Even though he had hurt her before, he had given her more tenderness than others.

Being teased, loved, laughed at… had infiltrated into her bloodstream. Love, she did not know when it had taken root, for when she discovered it, it had grown into a towering tree, no longer able to be split open or cut off.

His hug, his warmth, she would not allow him to give it to others. If they were not only for her, she would rather not have them.

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Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.