MTL - This Is My Primitive Tribe - Chapter 153 The once-widened mountain turtle tribe

Su Yunxiu fell in love with a person when she was a freshman, and the other party took the initiative to pursue it. The two decided to be together in their second year. After graduating from college, they stayed together silently for four years, gradually honing her gentleness and patience.

In the face of the gossip, Su Yunxiu willingly endured it.

At the birthday party, Su Yunxiu stood at the door of the half-closed room, listening to the laughter inside, only to realize that they were his plan from the very beginning, and she was just a bet between them.

At the moment when the truth came, she deleted all the man’s contact information, and took the initiative to pack up and make room to leave.

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After breaking up, Su Yunxiu began to concentrate on her career and only wanted to make money. Seeing that the girl became more and more outstanding, Xu Mu was itching to get it back, and she blocked her way from get off work full of joy. Su Yunxiu sneered: “This gentleman, you are a good dog Get in the way, you’re in the way.”

Xu Mu: “…”

Behind her, there was a handsome and handsome man wearing a mask, slowly coming to her side, hugging the girl intimately and possessively, with a low and sweet voice: “Xiuxiu, we should go home.”

The girl passed him by without even giving him a look.

Young Master Xu, who stayed where he was, turned red as a joke.

Before she knew Yu Wenci, her world was gloomy and gloomy. After knowing him, the man devoted his whole life to gently and completely cleared away the unease in her heart, and let her laugh freely in his world.

He once said, “Little girl, why are you so embarrassed every time we meet?”

“Okay, stop pretending, cry if you want to, and won’t laugh at you, what are you doing?”

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Our straight (?) bottom woke up ten years into the future and found himself on the bed of his childhood friend… At the start, the bottom was shocked to his very bones, but he soon quickly accepted this premise and found the whole situation to be rather amusing. Precisely then, the bottom once again went back to his timeline — back to when he and the top were just platonic childhood friends.

Landmines include but are not limited to: Sweet & naive bottom, a president story, logic is dead, slow-progressing romance, the protagonist’s name has too many character strokes, the names are hard to pronounce, too many gay characters…

Lin Yu crossed into the world of the Demon Slayer and started the mode of rewarding hard work.

Each physical training can bring the increase of its own attributes, and there is no limit to the superposition.

The flesh is sanctified, and the power is supreme.

Fallen Ji looked in fear at the tall man in front of him, whose body was covered in shadows. The machete-like Japanese sword behind the man was bigger than her entire body, and her neck was being stabbed to death by a strong arm. ‘s grasp.

“Unarmed… catch a ghost?”

Yi Wozu couldn’t remember how many times his wounds had healed in the fierce battle, and the corners of his bloodshot eyes were fierce and excited.

“A mere human can actually reach this level, are you a monster?

bring it on!

I would like to call you the strongest. ”

Ghost Dance? Wu Miserable: Trembling…

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An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.