Leaf Whispering Serenely

An Hao leaped, thinking she had died, but to her surprise, when she opened her eyes, she found herself back in the year 1985. To live a second life, did she have to endure the abuse of her stepmother and stepsister again, the dislike of her mother-in-law and disdain from her sister-in-law, and the betrayal of her best friend who bravely became the other woman just to slap her in the face and climb the social ladder? Was she supposed to end her miserable life in poverty again? An Hao's answer was, "Eat! Shit! No!" She was determined to make something of herself, to get rich by capitalizing on her knowledge and aim for a well-off life. This time around, she was going to be the protective big sister who reformed her worthless little brother who had died a wretched death, and the virtuous wife to make up for her past neglect of her husband! She wouldn't let this life go to waste in despair! A malicious best friend? Coveting her man? Not a chance! Go hang out wherever it's cool! Cough cough, how did she not realize in her past life that this "Stoic King of Hell" was so indecent. Decent? You've had your fill of decency during the day.

Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Qin Jian took the opportunity to flip over, pinning An Hao beneath him.


Before An Hao could react, Qin Jian lowered his head and kissed her lips, his nimble tongue parting her teeth to explore her mouth.


His breath carried a faint scent of alcohol, his lips and tongue both supple and assertively possessive. Their tips touched, sending a jolt of electricity through her, causing her to suddenly clutch at his clothes.


"Mmm..." An Hao let out a sigh like a sleepy murmur, and Qin Jian held her head, curling her tongue to taste it slowly.


A shiver that felt like lightning instantly spread throughout her body. An Hao's body trembled lightly, she wrapped her arms around Qin Jian's neck, beginning to respond to him passionately.


For a moment, the atmosphere was charged like the proverbial 'thunder and earth fire,' and the temperature between the two soared rapidly.


Qin Jian's rough hands began to wander restlessly, slipping beneath her sweater to grasp her full roundness...


Chapter 441 How can you keep urging on such a matter