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: Mature content R-18+
★★★★★★★
"Then why is Miss Feng here?"
"Since you refused my first offer, I have a new proposition for you?"
Holding his gaze, Feng Tian stood, taking each step slowly towards him before proceeding to lean on the table in front of him.
"I. Want. You. To. Be. My. Man."
★★★★★★★
He was her redemption and she was his vixen, they couldn't be more perfect for each other.
 Five years ago, Chun Huan watched powerlessly as her whole life was being torn apart, she then swore before the heavens to pay back those who took everything from her in two folds. 
Now, reborn as Feng Tian, a name clouded with mystery and great power, she returns to a world where her enemies have forgotten all about their grave and cruel mistake.
Fate, however being fate, has a different plan in place.
In exchange for her new life, not only must she bring retribution upon the evildoers and set everything back in place, she must also protect the man whose act of kindness towards her had cost him dearly.
Determined to make her mission smoother, Feng Tian devise an unconventional plan: to make him her man.
A connection forged in a crucible of revenge and allure, their complex web which had already being intertwined began to grow stronger.
But the path to redemption is never easy and as Feng Tian navigates her new life and her new mission, more dangers continues to loom in the dark and the stakes have never been higher.
★★★★★★
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The Bigshot Vixen Wants Me

<p>"Waah! How long has it been?" Wang Hai exclaimed, his voice echoing against the grim facade of the shabby-looking mental institution. The weary building loomed ominously, bearing the scars of time. A dented signboard, weathered and weary, displayed the ironic name, "Good Health Mental Institute," reflecting the internal struggles hidden within its walls.</p>

<p>Wang Hai stretched, the silhouette of his tall frame stark against the weathered concrete. He scanned the facade with a sardonic smirk. The entrance, marked by a dimly lit hallway, greeted him with a foul stench that clawed at the air. The grime-coated walls and flickering overhead lights created an atmosphere of abandonment, casting shadows that seemed to whisper tales of forgotten souls. </p>

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