Why Are They All Rebellious Disciples Trying to Seduce Their Master?

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she naughtily replied: "Okay"! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly, said nothing, and then looked away and stopped looking at me. That year, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been working outside for a year and she was still attending a key university. I could no longer express my love for her. She, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all, I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and I would tell her everything when I was worthy of her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a wife and a mother. My career is gradually getting on the right track and I am no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Shouchun. There were only two of us in a dim room. She was smoking a cigarette and was silent for a long time. Then she said, "Three thousand, seeing that you are an acquaintance, I will charge you two thousand and five." I tried my best not to tremble anymore and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then like a fire extinguished, she said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I still have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, with a look of horror and despair on her face. The TV did not even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart! The last time I saw her, I looked up at her, and I just looked at her like this for a long time without leaving a word. The next news about her was two years later, when her mother called me, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I couldn't accept it, and instead felt a little depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed, looking much thinner than before. I smiled at her. I don't know how ugly that smile was. She smiled at me too, as innocently as she did when she was 11 years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. I couldn't help but shed tears. She said in a low tone: "I... I want to ask you, when... Can I have more chapters!!!"

It's really fun to write like this, but I guess it won't be long. After all, it's a novice article, so it's normal. Come on

All things considered, this book is quite interesting.

There's nothing poisonous about it. It would be nice if there could be more interaction between the male protagonist and the female protagonist.

Good-looking, good-looking, good-looking, good-looking It's quite beautiful. Why are there so few people?

Doesn't the system have a store? Why not just buy something to restore the disciple's physical and spiritual roots?

I think it's okay in the front and I hope it doesn't end badly in the back.

So far, it's fine

It's okay. It's a good book, but it's a bit short. I'll read it again.

Huh? Forgot this book