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Young Master Qin Keeps Coveting Me After I Beat Him Up

Jiang Xun was transmigrated as a cannon fodder. Her mother died when she was young, her stepmother schemes against her, and her father abandoned her in a village. But Jiang Xun didn’t panic, and she was a person who always won by virtue. Thieves would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll change careers!" Thugs would say, "Stop hitting me, I’ll return the money!" At the Jiang family banquet, guests were watching her every move, waiting for her to make a fool of herself. “I heard that she’s been living in the village for eleven years and has a country bumpkin-like feel to her. If I were the Jiang family, I wouldn't risk her embarrassing me by letting her attend." Mr. Jiang said to her, "Stay behind your mother and don’t speak lest you embarrass yourself." Her stepmother nodded. "The Qin family’s patriarch, Qin Mufeng is noble, benevolent, and abstinent. Don’t even think about someone like him; he's completely out of your league.” Sure. She didn’t intend to marry into a rich family anyway. She just wanted to beat up the man in the rumors. But why was this man following her around all day every day?

As If Dawn · Integral
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948 Chs

Men Will Only Affect How Fast She Draws Her Sword

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

He thought about it later and felt that he must have been possessed.

As if bewitched, he raised his hand and gently touched her neck, touching her smooth skin.

The skin under his fingertips suddenly trembled, and Mufeng gulped.

He looked down and saw Jiang Xun looking up at him.

She was sitting, and he was standing behind her.

Jiang Xun looked up, revealing her slender neck.

Mufeng's fingertip on the side of her neck seemed to have a mind of its own. It moved uncontrollably and landed on her collarbone. He could feel Jiang Xun's skin under his fingertip contract violently from nervousness.

He slid his finger down her neck, feeling as if something was pulling his finger along.

Mufeng leaned forward and lowered his head, getting closer and closer to Jiang Xun.

Jiang Xun seemed to have been frozen. She could dodge but didn't know how to move. So she looked at him foolishly.