Monroe - Chapter Four Hundred and Two. Clothing, and the sudden lack thereof.

Once Jiang Hongping was reborn, she immediately gave up her marriage with Qi Heng to her cousin Jiang Shuangling. She married Qi Heng in her last life, but she was driven back within a few days. The second marriage could only be to marry a poor and lame man. To be a stepmother.
The other party’s oil bottle son is the devil! ! !
Jiang Shuangling travels back to the 1970s, what? Let her marry, after weighing the pros and cons, it is better to marry than to stay under the uncle’s house and marry with a younger brother.
Seeing each other for the first time, Jiang Shuangling was shocked.
A handsome young man of twenty-three.
Just to this face, this figure, she can!
Isn’t it just to be a stepmother, go up! ! !
The first meeting of the reorganized family:
Jiang Shuangling, a 29-year-old urban white-collar worker, glanced at the faces of her cheap brother, cheap son, and cheap husband, thinking:
All here are my brothers.
The cheap brother took her hand cautiously and called her affectionately: Sister
The cheap son opened his mouth and hesitated.
Jiang Shuangling said calmly: You can also call me Ajie.
The man next to him darkened: he called you sister, what did you call me? dad?
Jiang Shuangling spread her hands: It’s not impossible.

This article is the heroine who can make her life very cool anytime and anywhere, and the warm little sweet text of daily chicken flying and dog jumping.
Jiang Shuangling x Qi Heng (heng)

Content tags: Travel through time and space Farming text Sweet text Chronological text
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Shuangling ┃ Supporting role: Qi Heng ┃ Others: Chronicle
One-sentence introduction: Everyone here is my younger brother.
Purpose: to manage the trivial things in the daily family well, and to live optimistically and positively in the era of struggle.

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Her husband, Derrick Vaisil, who had a funeral four days ago, suddenly came back to life. But this man was so different from before he died!

“I’m hungry, wife.”

From regularly turning up in the dining room that he had always avoided,

“How about we use the same bedroom?”

To a furtive suggestion of combining their bedrooms that they had always been using separately.

What in the world happened to this man?

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“You always give off this delicious smell…………. but how can I bear with it?”

Right now, at this moment, Judith felt like he was a cruel predator who would completely devour her from head to toe easily.

“You, uh, what the hell are you?”

He, who tormented her as he repeatedly sucked on her soft earlobe and put his tongue inside her ear, chuckled.

“What am I?”

Derrick kissed her chin and whispered languidly.

“I am your husband, Judith.”

streak of being publicly humiliated in every story route. In other words, he was the designated cuck of the game Academy of Roses.Too bad for everyone, Cassius is now possessed by Arawn—a burned-out gamer who just tried to kill himself after exacting savage revenge on his sister’s cheating husband.Waking up in the body of the most pitiful character in eroge history? Not ideal. Finding out his missing sister has also been isekai’d and is now pretending to be Cassius’s noble “sister” to avoid suspicion? Wild. Realizing she’s about to be married off in another forced engagement plot? Yeah, fuck no.Armed with system powers(everyone has it), broken stats(for your average joe), and a big 'sister complex'(Not Incest) on steroids, Arawn has one simple plan: Live a peaceful life with his sister, for it he would, Break the rules. Shatter the narrative. And if anyone tries to play the protagonist? Use them for his own plans.This time, the cuck’s got teeth. And he bites back—in the most painful ways.—————Warning: The MC is a villainous character, he is psychotic, manipulating, borderline insane and unhinged. So, please keep that in mind

Lin Qing He transmigrated into a novel and became one of its cannon fodders. The novel’s background is non-viable 1960s, a time of want to eat but nothing to eat and want to wear but nothing to wear.