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Love Variety Show: The despised me exploded in popularity

Would you play the universally disliked character in a romance reality show for a million? Xu Qingyan's answer is: Hesitating for even a second is disrespectful to money. Being cursed and trending online, Xu Qingyan says it doesn't matter; after all, you can't abandon money for the sake of saving face, right? Director: "Don't feel any psychological burden." Xu Qingyan: "Director, I feel this line isn't mean enough." Director: "Don't worry, just let loose and act." Xu Qingyan: "No problem, Director. I'll act naturally, and show you what devotion means." ....... Xu Qingyan: You all see me messing around every day, but you don’t see my hardworking lifestyle, my late-night studies, or the way I kindly interact with others. You can't see it! Because I've never done it. Netizen: "What a satisfying read, time to be discharged from the hospital." ....... The rising pop princess, Lin Wanzhou, had a gap in her heart, a sorrowful little secret about an unrequited love. In the blink of an eye, the object of her affection was on a romance show, getting ambiguous with a rival she had once defeated. The washed-up pop princess, Mu Chan, initially wanted to just frustrate Lin Wanzhou, but didn't expect to get caught up... In the twenty-sixth spring of her life, she fell for someone, and could never let go since. May you be well, with a bright future ahead.

I eat Tiramisu · Urbano
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350 Chs

Chapter 41 It's not wrong to lick, but it's wrong to teach others to be a bootlicker

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In the shot, both of their hands reached into the sleeve cuff.

The next second, Pei Muchan's eyelids fluttered uncontrollably twice, and a strange sour sensation rushed from her chest to the crown of her head.

Her nose nearly turned sour, almost embarrassingly instinctively making a sound.

Thankfully, she managed to hold it back.

His hand was a bit hot, his palm large. There wasn't much flesh, and his knuckles were distinct. Now, they were almost interlaced with each of her fingers, the gaps fitting perfectly.

She could feel the veins on the back of his hand throbbing, though Pei Muchan knew very well that it was an illusion; the reality was that she was feeling her own fingertip edges pulsating like a heartbeat.

But still, she couldn't help but breathe rapidly, her whole body tensing up as a result.

With the camera rolling, how could he dare... Even though no one but the two of them would notice the racing of their hearts, concealed by the thick fabric of the sleeves.