MTL - Yan Yan - Chapter 31 jealous

Zane Thaleward, born into a prestigious family known for their extraordinary magical abilities, struggles to meet the expectations placed upon him. Unlike his relatives, his magic is weak, limited to only the simplest of spells, making him the subject of mockery and ridicule.Despite the constant criticism, he remains determined to become stronger. One day, while searching the family’s library for a way to improve his magic, he stumbles upon a strange, ancient book. Little does he know, this discovery will change his destiny forever.

[Mutual favorite sweet text + sick Jiao + cute baby] She is a gifted girl, and she is one step away from the Olympic champion, but she unexpectedly became pregnant, passed her dream and fell to the altar.

He is a genius scholar, a cold-blooded, decisive business wizard, a sudden car accident, it is said that his IQ is only five years old.

The first time we met, in the bathroom, he was pulling her clothes: you looked at my body and you have to be responsible for me.

Well, she’s in charge. No one cares about him, she cares, no one loves him, she loves, no one pets, she pets.

Unexpectedly, on a quiet night, he put her on the bed, little thing, this time it’s my turn to spoil you!

The woman smiled wickedly, why don’t you ask my richest father, actress mother, actor brother, MD brother, and that trash twin brother first?

During the day, she hurt him to the bone.

At night, he spoiled her like his life.

The paranoid, arrogant and sickly male protagonist and the salty and sweet sassy female protagonist tease each other sweetly!

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One day, when I came to my senses, I found myself reincarnated in another world.After enduring a rough life post-reincarnation, I thought I could finally settle down, quietly tending to a flower garden in the mountains……But something feels off.”

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”