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... vian.

“Neera?” Zavian sat up and cupped her face. “Did I say something wrong?”

Neera shook her head. “No,” but her voice cracked.

“There’s something bothering you,” Zavian stated. “And I need you to trust me enough to tell me.”

“Oh Zavian,” a tear dropped into the water. “Please, stop. I am fine.”

“You are not.”

“You have to believe me. I am.”

“And I have known you long enough to know you aren’t.” he caught the next tear that fell and wiped ...

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MTL - Two-dimensional Seeding System

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“Ding! Found a key plot character: Izumi Sagiri, please be sure to seed this character within a month.”

“Ding! Detected a young female dragon Kangna of a powerful species, and asked the host to sow the species within one day!”

“Three years is the highest death penalty.” Ye Feng looked hesitant as he looked at the young girl dragon who flung himself into his arms and acted like a spoiled child.

ps: Comprehensive manga: 100,000 cold jokes → Mr. Erromanga → Gensokyo → Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid → Dark Bullet → Gensokyo, the world is to be determined → _ → (Feilu solemnly reminds: This story is purely It is fictitious, if there is any similarity, it is purely coincidental, please do not imitate it.)…

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Chapter 199: [END]

Duke, Please Stop Because it Hurts

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Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’