MTL - I Have a Random New System Daily - Chapter 8 Can you kiss me 1 huh?

[Female a Male O]

Lu Xi is wearing a book.

She became the cannon fodder ex-girlfriend of the hero in the book, and her end was not as miserable as usual.

The node she passed through was that the original owner was framed by another female partner.

This framing exposed her Alpha identity, and indirectly led to the secondary differentiation of the hero’s brother from Alpha to Omega.

Looking at the gloomy eyes of the hero’s brother, Lu Xi felt that he might not live long.

Wen Qingmo once changed from A to O, this huge change was really hard for him to accept.

Wen Qingmo, who claims that he would never succumb to an Alpha, would never have imagined that in the near future, he would embrace the “culprit” that made him become O, and plead in a low voice:

“Just tag me for the rest of your life… okay?”

—-small theater—-

Someday after being together.

The female supporting role came to threaten Lu Xi: “I am pregnant with Wen Qingmo’s child, but in fact he doesn’t love you at all!”

Lu Xi touched Wen Qingmo’s belly, which was about to be full-term, and said casually: “Oh, really, but Qingmo is obviously carrying my child.”

Female supporting role:? ? ?

The female protagonist who is soft on the outside but hard on the inside x decent male protagonist / Lu Xi x Wen Qingmo / the male protagonist will get pregnant!

(This plot will be written in more detail, pay attention to lightning protection) The first chapter has mine clearance, you must read it! ! ! ! !
Generally speaking, it’s a cookie, he, sc, female A male O, female attacking male receiving

Content tags: fantasy space sweet text through the book
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- Description from novelbuddy

“Unlucky” would be the nice way to describe Lucas’ luck. He wasn’t just down bad. He was practically cursed.As someone who never asked to exist, he’s had to experience medical torture, imprisonment, and eventually death. And that was just his first life.Then, just as he thought of escaping his fate, he transmigrates into the body of the Empire’s most useless Flower Vase.Great, now he should have status, wealth, and beauty, right?Wrong.Because his new body, Young Lord Luca Kyros, was a vegetable. And what’s worse was that no one else seemed to know the truth. To everyone else, he was just your typical rebellious heir.He wouldn’t have minded that. He was used to being called a harlot or similar names for being a defective Guide. But the problem was he woke up right smack in the middle of the Royal Military Academy’s Assessment test.And his double body, the one who should be attending school, perished in an ambush.So now, he’s forced to resolve his existential crisis while attending a school he never even enrolled in.He’ll have to conquer his flimsy body, his brooding roommate, and his picky-eater “dungeon”—all that on top of surviving impending doom.Someone definitely needs a miracle.

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