coffee & chocolate | mishu

coffee & chocolate | mishu

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Shuhua odia a los alfas puros. Para ella todos son unos idiotas esclavos de sus impulsos. Sus olores la marean, sus actitudes la irritan. Realmente no es capaz de estar cerca de ellos mucho tiempo. Las almas predestinadas son solo un mito, pero Shuhua desearía conseguir la suya. Que resulte ser algún alfa común o un beta. Que sea exactamente lo que ella cree que necesita, que cumpla con sus expectativas y todo lo que quiere en una pareja. Su deseo se hace realidad y consigue a su alma predestinada. Pero la encuentra en un adictivo y embriagante olor a café con chocolate perteneciente a nada más y nada menos que una alfa pura. (>。☆) adaptación. todos los créditos a: ©Mizuneii
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