DAVAO SERIES 1: LIBERATED BY BLITHE

DAVAO SERIES 1: LIBERATED BY BLITHE

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BLURB After years being away from her birth place where memories can be seen everywhere, a new chapter arises to the stern lady as she and her mother came back. Growing up, Hysyl have always been strict and uptight that she confines herself to others. As the saying goes by, "The more ease you are in the world, the more vibrant, creative, and easy going the world in you becomes." but she finds it difficult to do so until she met him. Never did she knew that one care free night can lead to more than she can handle. Breaking her own rule doesn't suite her right although it feels satisfyingly right, but accepting it? It's tough, especially if it's because of him...the only one that let her be liberated by blithe.
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