Grasslands / Marriage First, Love Later / Live-In Son-in-Law / A Slow-Burning Romance
Su Luo (Zhula) x Song Jin'an
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Su Luo transmigrated.
At the awards ceremony for a New Chinese-style Fashion Design Contest, she kissed her trophy and lost consciousness the very next second.
When she opened her eyes again, she had become Zhula, a poor girl who had cried herself unconscious at her father's funeral.
She had a beautiful mother above her and a young sister below her.
Ahead of them were relatives waiting to plunder the family fortune; behind them were matchmakers pushing her into marriage.
Su Luo sighed and waved her little whip, driving off the whole pack of bastards.
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When she heard that a group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people had been abandoned on the grasslands by the Central Plains army, she went to serve as an interpreter. Instead, she unexpectedly brought home a lame live-in son-in-law.
"My family needs a man. Will you come with me?"
Song Jin'an was the only person in the crowd who could understand her.
He agreed.
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With her pockets empty, Su Luo had no choice but to take up her old trade and become a tailor.
She improved leather-tanning techniques, traded with merchant caravans, designed modern clothes, opened an embroidery workshop for women, and offered bespoke tailoring.
She would combine new techniques and New Chinese styles with ancient clothing, then grow her grassland brand until it became famous throughout the Central Plains!
But wait!
It seemed the lame veterinarian in her household wasn't so simple after all.
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When they first met.
She said, "I mean you would marry into my family and be my husband in name, not my slave."
He agreed.
Later.
Snow fell softly outside while the room steamed with warmth.
Su Luo kicked Song Jin'an away, panting. "If I'd known it'd be like this, I should've bought you as a slave back then!"
Song Jin'an laughed lowly, his broad palm protecting her foot as he leaned closer and breathed gently against her ear.
"You still can... Mistress."
Su Luo's ears tingled, and she pounced on him.
"Again!"
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Theme: Use passion and patience to create a vast world of your own.
The heroine and I have different thoughts. I want those people in Batu to die 😂😂😂
Even someone like Batu can still be a leader. It seems that this Khan can't handle it clearly. I'm afraid he's going to die.
There is no way, even if Zhula is still alive, it is impossible to be with him
Beautiful, flowing water
This article is really wonderful, I read it in one sitting yesterday. It's like following the heroine through time and space. The heroine is very strong, but she doesn't feel the golden finger. The whole story is quite believable, which is rare!
Madam, do you have any extra stories?
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At this time, the skin is close to the skin, and the water waves gently float the wooden barrel. A pair of hands covered with water droplets are unable to cling to the wall of the barrel, and the knuckles follow the rhythm of the water ripples. "It's a bit... Strange." Su Luo shook slightly and rested her head on the back of her hand. "What's weird?" Song Jin'an kissed her back, dyeing her skin red. Su Luo bit her lip and said nothing, feeling the water waves rushing around her body, and the helplessness in her throat was squeezed to pieces. "Slow... Um." Su Luo couldn't help but run forward, and put her forearms on the edge of the bucket to use force, but the hands on her waist were restrained, and she could not resist moving backwards. Su Luo could only slump her waist, clearly feeling the peak that had gradually accumulated suddenly collapse, and then completely submerged Su Luo. "Why don't you speak?" The man asked deliberately, leading her to talk. At the same time, thin and dense kisses continued to fall on Su Luo's sensitive skin. Su Luo squinted her eyes and turned back, her cheeks were covered with red clouds, and she said harshly: "I'm afraid that if I open my mouth, I'll scold you!" Song Jinan was speechless. Su Luo suddenly felt something in her body awakening again.
Without force, you can only be bullied.