My Beloved Has Risen from Death’s Embrace

Chapter 368

Wow, are Xanthea’s votes real? Her votes are higher than any previous Celestial Goddess!

[The others are giving up resistance; we even want to vote for her

(Yeah. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em. My favorite isn’t going to win anyway.]

[Fans of Isabella, charge! We’re known for our voting abilities, how can we let a newbie take the lead?

[No way. Xanthea’s too popular. I’ve been clicking non–stop, and still can’t bridge the gap!]

Team fans of Isabella, who usually

y led the voting charts with ease, found themselves struggling to keep up with Xanthea no matter what. As they brainstormed for ways to pull in more votes, even preparing to team up with other fan groups, they suddenly saw Isabella’s twitter account go one

[OMG! Isabella’s online, she must be taking this Celestial Cinema Awards seriously and is here to rally votes] [Did everyone see? If Isabella wants the Celestial Goddess title this badly, how can we really afford to slack off? We’ve got to help Isabella win the Celestial Goddess title.]

The fans were all excited and motivated, but then, they saw a tweet from Isabella: You’ve voted for contestant No. 1–Xanthea in this year’s “Celestial Cinema Awards. Thanks for your support!

were

hit the

to vote for her, and she herself went to vote for

exactly should they

playfully fell on the girl

exhaustion.

dark eyelashes fluttered lightly, and before her sleepy eyelids could open,

hurt

her neck hurt, her chest hurt, her legs hurt, her whole body hurt. It felt like she’d been run over by

Orion,

causing her to lose consciousness till the middle of the night, completely

the kitchen wafted over, and Xanthea’s tortured stomach growled. She sniffed and knew whose cooking it was, but was

“Squeak-

looking disarmingly handsome and harmless. Thinking of his beastly behavior last night, Xanthea wanted to curse, but her hoarse voice that came out sounded so pitifully weak,

“Orion, you beast.“.

her throat hoarse last night!

must b

Her voice?

her tears and pleas for mercy, which only seemed to provoke him further and led to more brutal treatment, she hated

more!

on the bed, with her curly hair scattered and her skin dotted with tiny, delicate bruises, a thin blanket couldn’t hide her perfectly graceful curves. Her eyebrows were shy and annoyed, adding more vivid charm between