After I Died, My Boyfriend Dissected Me in Class
About This Novel
When I was crazily abused by the gangsters, my boyfriend was in the hospital with his little Qingmei. On the verge of death, I finally got through his phone. But the man's tone was extremely cold: "Don't make trouble, Shuangshuang has a sprained ankle. If you have anything else, wait until I get home." He hung up the phone on me and missed my best time for treatment. Later, as a forensic doctor, he was assigned to handle a murder case. He analyzed the age, body shape, appearance, and even the specific job of the deceased. The only thing he didn't analyze was that I was the one he dissected.
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Official(1)Scraped 26d ago
It's a piece of shit, don't look at it, both the male and female protagonists are sick.
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Official(1)Scraped 26d ago
It's a piece of shit, don't look at it, both the male and female protagonists are sick.
