Shen Yue, a social beast, traveled through a period novel and became a cannon fodder female educated youth who could not survive more than three chapters.
System? Script? She has both, but she just wants to be a quiet melon-eater.
Seeing the male and female protagonists in the original text fighting to the death for the spot to return to the city, Shen Yue was holding melon seeds in her pocket under the big locust tree at the entrance of the village, eating them with gusto.
Watching the village beauty and the lowlife walking into the woods in the middle of the night, Shen Yue moved a small bench to occupy the best viewing seat.
She is determined to be a self-sufficient salted fish, make a fortune quietly, and buy a house to shake her legs.
Until that day, Lu Changfeng, the man who had just retired from the battlefield and whose evil aura could make a child stop crying, blocked her sunlight with his tall figure.
The man lowered his eyes and looked at his military boots stained with melon seed peels. His voice was as low as a cello: "Comrade, eat the melons you eat and don't litter."
Shen Yue: ... This melon doesn't taste good.
Later, the whole village spread the news that Shen Zhiqing, the laziest and most fond of eating melon seeds, was cornered by Lu Changfeng, who had an unfathomable background. The man's eyes turned red, his hot fingertips rubbed her slender waist, his voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Yueyue, don't look at them, look at me... I'm sweeter than melons."
