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Recarination Of The Wealthy Heiress.

Author: Chikezie_Wisdom
Fantasy Romance
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Her heart was beating rapidly, the blood in her body felt like it was boiling as well. The man's sexy lips were still lingering around her lips. Her skin emitted a warm refreshing scent. Their breaths intertwined. "Be my contract wife and I would give you anything you want--------------", the young, handsome and sexy wealthy CEO said with a cold but sexy voice. Tang Xinger, the young, clever and rich heiress of the Tang Empire, recarinated as a stupid and poor heiress Ning Xinger. Tang Xinger views love as a luxury for her, but as Ning Xinger in this life, it's a daily bread. It's time for Tang Xinger to be Ning Xinger, take over and rule the Ning Family, destroy the Tang Family and those who make her unhappy, hug a golden thigh and gain back her luxury love. Novel Written:Young Phoenix

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# REINCARNATION
# R18
# SYSTEM
# COMEDY
# MAGIC
# WEAKTOSTRONG
# CONTRACTMARRIAGE
# COUNTERATTACK
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