Rise Of The Infinite Sovereig - Chapter 102: New Variable

In the end-French era, after countless calamities, the era of cultivation is coming to an end. The last combination of air transportation and evolution has evolved into the treasure board, which was obtained by the last practitioner in the end-French era, which opened up a legend of wandering heavens.

- Description from Uukanshu

[Youngster don't understand the charm of 'milfs', instead mistaking Lolitas as the treaures]Leading a life filled with regret and pain, Li Zhiyan reborn with a seemingly feeble 'system', taking back to 2010.Right at the moment he was about to be publicly rejected at graduation party after confessing his feelings with a bouquet of flowers to the school beauty, Yu Sisi, and about to become a joke among his peers for years.“I...I am reborn?”The wheels of a new fate begin to turn.All along, the school beauty Yu Sisi has only been deceiving and playing with him. In his past life, Li Zhiyan himself did not know and became a laughingstock, but now, as a reborn person, he has already seen the true face of this girl.He chuckled coldly, glanced at the mother of Yu Sisi on the side, the 41-year-old Aunt Gu Wanzhou.She was mature, intellectual, elegant, kind, considerate, low-profile.The sex appeal of a mature milf lady was radiating all around.Li Zhiyan decisively picked up the flowers, ignored the school beauty, and boldly confessed his feelings to this attractive mature woman in front of everyone.“Lady Gu, actually, I've had feelings for you for quite a while.”

#Let you survive in the wilderness, do you live broadcast and raise cats? #

#Thought you came to make up the numbers, you show off the whole network? #

Song Qingyou traveled through dozens of times to survive, and finally returned to the original world. She originally wanted to lay down the salted fish, but was forced to participate in the wilderness survival due to the current situation.

But after “picking up” the cat, her painting style is completely different from others:

What other people bring at the beginning: straight knife, lighter…

Song Qingyou: A cat.

When others exhausted themselves to climb the tree to pick the fruit,

Song Qingyou: Grill fish for the cat.

While others toiled to rebuild the shelter,

Song Qingyou: Make a nest for the cat.

…

Everyone was waiting to see Song Qingyou being taught by nature to be a human being, but it turned out that she turned Survival in the Wilderness into a vacation mode and became popular all over the Internet.

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Song Qingyou thought her cat was just a little smarter, until one day the cat turned into a living person…

Later, Song Qingyou was photographed going in and out with President Jiang.

Song Qingyou opened a live broadcast to clarify: “It was just an accident, not a relationship.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Zhihan, who once again regained his human form, walked past the camera, causing hot searches.

Song Qingyou stood up and explained: “Ordinary friends, no cohabitation.”

Just after finishing speaking, Jiang Zhihan appeared again in a bathrobe: “The shower gel at home is gone, remember to buy the kind from last time.”

Song Qingyou responded subconsciously: “Okay”

Fans & passers-by who are watching the live broadcast: …

#You really didn’t fall in love, you guys just got married, right? ! #

- Description from novelbuddy

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.