Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group? - Chapter 13Book 1: : Itsuka Kotori’s One-Thousand-Layer Trap

In the wealthy circle of the third district of the Federal Empire, everyone knows that Su Wan, the daughter of the Su family, has loved Huo Yichang for many years.

The two families are rightly matched, and they were childhood sweethearts, but they got married today, but the groom ran away!

Everyone was sympathetic or waiting to see the joke, but the bride Su Wan was very excited!

As long as this wedding is completed, she will not have to be forced to marry, and she will have an explanation to her grandfather.

As for the groom gone? Then change it!

Then Su Wan bumped into a man at the corner of the corridor.

The man was extremely handsome, with fluffy ears, a big fluffy tail, and a pair of big wet eyes, looking at Su Wan expectantly.

Su Wan immediately decided that it was him!

Pull people and run away, the mastermind registers for marriage, and goes through the wedding cutscene, all in one go!

When Su Wan thought that the bridal chamber could be skipped, it happened that this person exploded.

When she woke up, she found that the person she was crying and hugging her dear last night was actually the first commander of the empire?

Su Wan: Run away, run away!

But one month later, at the opening ceremony of the Imperial University, Su Wan looked at the specially invited Commander, who was specially invited on the podium, wearing a dark blue special military uniform, with an ascetic and cold face, and suddenly fell silent.

Gu Jue: I heard that someone took advantage of my distress and dragged me into marriage, and even comforted me?

Su Wan: I haven’t heard of it, it might be a rumor!

A smaller version of ‘Gu Jue’ jumped out next to him: Ma Ma, haven’t you heard of it?

Su Wan: …

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***Completed***“I'll marry you if you promise to kiss me every day.”On the harrowing day she lost her family, out of all the men she knew, Marcella didn't expect those words from “Sweet Baby” Tony. She thought he was not interested in her.She had to ask him for the marriage as she wanted to fulfil her sister's last wishes.She got married the day she suffered a horrifying loss.Don DeAngelo's youngest daughter became the wife of Antony Crawford.She didn't wait to think why he wanted to marry her when every men she knew wanted her for who her father was. She trusted him that much.But in a day, she learned that Tony was not so different from other men.What choice can she make?She can throw away the marriage and lose custody of her nephew, or...She chose to be married to him. Their marriage can be a deal. She needed him, he needed her. It's all fine.Except...What does Tony feel? Is their marriage all but a business transaction for him? What is the secret he is hiding? Why can't he reveal it to her?-----*Excerpt*“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell,” she said looking into his eyes. The alluring mystique behind those blue eyes made her heart skip a beat.How can she hate and love someone this much? She must be missing a part of her brain.In the silence of the dining room, the candle flickered. The curve of his lips widened and in the romantic ambiance, the thin lines around his eyes gave her a thrill.“Quoting Oscar Wilde?” he chuckled comfortably, leaning forward.“Isn't that true in our case?” she asked.She observed him, trying to digest every single expression on his face.He went silent. His lips pressed to a line. His pensive eyes never left hers except for the few seconds when he placed down his cutleries. She still couldn't guess what goes on in that smart brain of his.It is this, she thought. I am a decently adventurous person. He's an adventure. Maybe that's his allure!“Then, Birdie,” he stood up and walked to her.Marcella's back got stiff as she tried to figure out what he was going to do.Also, is that a pet name? Birdie? It's nice. But that came out of nowhere...She followed him with his eyes. He kneeled beside her and held her hand. Only when she felt the warmth of his big hand on hers did she realize that she had been holding her breath for a while.This man is going to be the end of her. It sucks when he does not feel even half of what she feels.“Let's be angels,” he kissed her hand. With a smooth smile that reached his eyes, he looked at her. “Let's be each other's angels, and let's make this world our heaven.”“You are...”Unable to find any words to say to him, she buried her face in her hand. Her chest was heaving as if she ran a marathon.This man surely is going to be the end of her.“What?” he chuckled while teasing her to show her face. “What am I?”“You're a brute, Mr. Crawford. That's what you are,” she said trying to hold her stoic expression to relay her “disapproval” of his methods. But in front of his goofy smile, she lost.She lost, and she didn't feel defeated.She felt delighted in his presence.“Mark my words, Birdie. I am taking you to the White House,” he said.Marcella opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. The determination shining in his eyes...He's not talking about a visit to the White House, is he?No way! No f*cking way!Her eyes widened. But he was smiling sweetly as always. He stood up and leaned to her ear.“Let's have today's kiss on the bed,” he said.Before she could form a resistance, he picked her up and walked up the stairs.Again, Marcell pondered the one question she's been asking a lot lately.Whom did I marry?

After a one-night stand, she faked her death and transformed into his flash-married ugly wife, while he didn't know that she was the woman from that night.Is the ugly wife really so unfashionable and greedy for food and lust? It's all an act. She's only trying to hide her real identity.They survived in the cracks of various schemes. When her hidden identities were exposed, the man's eyes were filled with coldness: “You pretended to be ugly and dumb, are you kidding me?”She smiled faintly: “Didn't you get any joy and pleasure from it?”He frowned: “You deceived me for my looks!”She held her forehead: “I can only blame you for being so good-looking!”He looked as if he wanted to swallow her whole: “I'm not someone to mess with.”She responded calmly: “It's getting late. Time to wash up and go to bed!”

After Yu Xiaolian accidentally traveled through, she found that she not only held the script in her hand, but also had a supermarket space in her body.

The things in the supermarket, after being used up, will be restored automatically after midnight.

Can’t use flint to start a fire? It’s okay, she has a lighter.

Brown rice and coarse grains? It doesn’t matter, she has enough space for rice, white noodles, fresh vegetables, and frozen meat.

With inexhaustible resources, Yu Xiaolian opened a mysterious grocery store in ancient times.

A certain man: One hundred bottles of wine! One hundred bottles of beer, one hundred bottles of juice.

Sorry, there are not so many, this supermarket has a limited supply every day.

What’s wrong with the cannon fodder female supporting role, with the space in the supermarket, the hero and heroine want to eat spicy noodles or drink coffee, it all depends on her mood.

Having inexhaustible resources, and mastering the bugs of the male and female protagonists, it’s simply cool.

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