Quick Wear: Iceberg Face Turns into a Little Girl in My Arms

[Two male protagonists + slow pace + long-term love + sweet pet] [Evil, flirtatious, smart and smitten + iceberg cold face special attack] In the real world, Shen Ciyuan is eating watermelon and looking at male model magazines and feeling nymphomaniacal. The next second, he was brought into the first world by the system. Here he is the actor who quits the movie industry when he encounters unkind people. He is ostracized and his role is snatched away. This is unbearable. Just when Mr. Shen is rolling up his sleeves to start his career, he happens to meet Song Musheng, another Bingshan actor with whom he is incompatible. A love affair, entangled for ten years, finally reached its peak, but they were not allowed to meet each other. Shen Ciyuan once again summoned the system with regret. This time he used blood as a matchmaker and his life as a price, just to meet the person he longed for again in the next time and space. In the second world, one of them became a poor prince living among the people, and the other became a brave and handsome general protecting the country. In this life, it was Song Musheng who protected his king. Before leaving, the young man picked up his sword and mounted his horse, which was more dazzling than the sun. Before leaving, he said to his new emperor: "I'm here, don't worry." In the next ten years, there will be a frontier battlefield and a majestic palace. The wind from the northern Xinjiang could not blow the palace of the southern country, and only one letter every year would be delivered to the new emperor's desk on time. His straight handwriting wrote about war, military defense, and people's livelihood. Just remember to mention one thing at the end of the signature: Don't worry, I'm here. The restrained love brings flowers to life. Finally Shen Ciyuan returned to the real world. There is no Song Musheng in this world, and there is no General Xiao Ling. But he still met a familiar figure, The man held out his palm and said to him, "Can you write your name here?"