
Ten Years Later, I Added My Goddess Desk Mate on Chat
十年后,我加了女神同桌的聊天号
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 498k Words
- Genre
- Urban Romance
- Subgenre
- Romantic Fiction
- Updated
- 4y ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
208Chapters
2.6MReads
66.7kFlowers
10.0Score
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Reader comments 50
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One must be poor and the other rich to set off true love?
In real life, let alone ten years and three years without contact, we are already very unfamiliar. The so-called relationship has long been erased by time.
So does the protagonist have any extraordinary strengths?
A game played by Bai Fumei, a short happy time for a poor boy.
There's no such thing as a goddess who was added ten years later. It's just the fantasy of a dying man.
The plot of buying a car is superfluous. The key is that the male protagonist is too ordinary. A super-intelligent Gu Liang can still be obedient to an ordinary person after ten years of waiting. Uh, I don't quite understand this operation. I hope the male protagonist can be stronger in the future.
As long as you don't die, you will go to death.
I remember that time in elementary school, when I was about ten years old A girl wrote a mobile phone number on my hand. It belongs to her father. It must have been 2004, I didn't even know there was such a thing Because she will leave next year, five centimeters per second, you know? I called this number once and never heard from it again. But I still remember the number, it feels like it's engraved into my DNA.
Are your classmates so unbearable? I think even if we are not on good terms, we can still say a few words at a class reunion and maintain the surface. You are exaggerating, right?
I hope the author is quarantined, so that he can have a lot of time to code.