I Really Don't Deserve to Be a Pretty Boy

I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like 8 rays of light filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like 8 rays of light filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel. I still like you very much, just like the wind that has traveled eight thousand miles without asking about the date of return. I still like you very much, just like the cycle of the sun and the moon, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, just like stars hitting the earth until death. I still like you very much, like 8 rays of light filling the world, gentle and comfortable. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in my heart. I still like you very much, like rain falling on the tropics and polar regions, thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, like a whale sinking at the bottom of the sea breathing softly, full of infatuation and full of anger. I still like you very much, like the old city gate that I have been waiting for for many years. I still like you very much, like a whale suffering from lack of oxygen in the deep sea of ​​6,400 meters, never getting tired of it. I still like you very much, just like the subjects waiting for the restoration of the dynasty, which is far away. I still like you very much, the willows are moving, the cicadas are chirping, the sunset is tidal, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a cloud drifting ninety thousand miles without ever resting. I still like you very much, like the sun rises and sets, no matter day or night. I still like you very much, just like the stars running through the dark night for hundreds of millions of years without complaining. I still like you very much, like spring rain falling for eight hundred miles, pattering. I still like you very much, like spring grass dyeing the green ridge, there is no doubt. I still like you very much, you are like a shrew, scolding and unreasonable. I still like you very much, just like the rain falling on the green leaves all night long, without hesitation. I still like you very much, just like the falling rain during the plum rain season, it lasts forever. I still like you very much, just like the smoke curling up from the kitchen, the pear frying in the snow and the rain falling. I still like you very much, like a bird falling in love with a fish in the sea. It's hard to decide whether to stay or go. I don't know why. I still like you very much, like a noisy secret that can be said in a thousand words. I still like you very much, just like the begonia in the courtyard that falls and blooms again and again. I still like you very much, just like the sun and the moon take turns, regardless of day and night. I still like you very much, like layers of clouds condensed into phrases, bit by bit. I still like you very much, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, the neon blur. I still like you very much, like the osmanthus leaves falling in the wind and turning into mud. I still like you very much, like raindrops falling on green moss and red mud, soft and dispersed. I still like you very much, like the starlight falling into my eyes, I can see you thousands of miles away. I still like you very much, just like Mr. Chaitou Feng's last touch, I fall in love with you. I still like you very much, just like the red tent on a spring night, when I am still dreaming, I still feel afraid to think of you. I still like you very much, just like the bumps and bumps that catch the torrential rain, and how much it falls into the channel.

The school belle is female and the school darling is male. There is an old saying, there is no grass anywhere in the world, so why should you fall in love with a flower unrequitedly? So what it means is there are so many men in the world, why bother liking a woman.

The chapters are too confusing. They jump one after another. The things in the previous chapter are not finished before they are finished. The author must be young.

Well, if I watch it for a while, I might become a girl. . . . .

When most people see a pretty boy, their first reaction will probably be some contempt. Because, although, the term "white face" also refers to a man with a very delicate and handsome appearance and a fair complexion. As opposed to a rough and powerful man, it focuses on emphasizing the beauty of a man's appearance. However, in most cases, it still refers to men who rely solely on women for financial support, or men who are supported by their partners. But when this slightly derogatory term became a system and was bound to the protagonist, and it did not refer to the appearance of men, the term became less superficial. Bai Mufan discovered that since being bound to the system, the world had changed overnight, and the worldviews of boys and girls were also different. Boys began to think about skin care and beauty every day, and girls began to discuss sports and ball games. Of course, these are also some of the "side effects" of this system. This system is the pretty boy system. The pretty boy system will neither allow you to become an immortal nor become a top student, but it can make the host the best pretty boy in the world and the most charming and handsome man in the world. Not only the appearance of the host must be improved, but also the hair, body odor, skin texture, temperament, body proportions and even talent must be brought to the top level. In short, it is how to be a good pretty girl. Although Bai Mufan was extremely reluctant, just like when he signed the contract with the system, he still couldn't defeat the system and worked hard to become a qualified pretty boy in the world. Under the guidance of such a tough system, he began his road to comprehensive improvement. Writing This is an emerging system and a very novel subject matter. The author uses his own unique concept to bring a different system to readers. Moreover, the content is interesting, the language is vivid and interesting, and the story is relaxed and joyful, making it more readable. It is precisely because of the concept and language style of this book that readers' interest in reading will increase.

I like this place very much. The bosses in the comment area are so nice to talk to, and they can also act coquettishly and cutely, roll around on the floor and call me husband, shouting that same-sex is true love, opposite-sex is BT, women are not allowed to dress as women, I will never know how to dress as women in my life, I can only ask for a photo of the author in women's clothing, and lick (black medicine) to survive. Say the important things three times: The author is photographed in beautiful women's clothing, the author is photographed in beautiful women's clothing, the author is photographed in beautiful women's clothing. Don't be polite, everyone, please thank me (so that I can have thank you coins to buy black medicine and lick it), my name is Mengmeng.

Since you want to switch between men and women, why do women still generally have female characteristics, white and thin, but they just feminize men. This does not weaken women, and men do not even have the possibility to become warriors. It also suppresses men and improves women. Some other fantasy novels do not prevent women from practicing. On the contrary, as a female protagonist, if you practice with the help of the male protagonist, you don't have to worry about it. You are not trying to spread the concept of equality between men and women, but you want women to be superior to men.

Author, your update problem is very worrying! I advise you to be kind. . I am not advising you not to whet your appetite, otherwise all our water friends will run away. . . More updates! More updates! More updates! This is the most important thing

If you're a woman, that's fine, but if you're a man... You may need a ticket to Thailand

I felt very strange when I saw Chapter 55. It felt like a plot about a bad boy meeting a gentle girl, but with the genders reversed.