GOOD MORNING, MISTER DRAGON
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Framed by her so-called best friend and half-sister, Su Qianxun stumbled upon a strange man when she was making her escape. A strange man so handsome it looked as if his face was carved by the Gods, but with a heart as cold as stone. A wild and fiery night ensued, and ever since then, they embarked on a journey filled with passion, lust, conspiracy and treachery.
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Author:Han Jiangxue, 韩降雪
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
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