As a kindergarten teacher, I was annoyed to death by naughty children, and I woke up as a catwoman in the beast world.
When I started playing in a grass skirt in a broken thatched hut, I lay down happily: I finally didn't have to pay five insurances and one housing fund!
While looking for food in the forest, I spied the werewolf male protagonist - eight-pack abs and wolf ears, a perfect match in the world of beasts.
"Thank you for the gift of nature!" I sighed in vain.
As a result, a wild cat jumped out from my feet, exposing me, and the male protagonist's spear was nailed to my crotch with a "whoosh".
He narrowed his golden eyes and sneered: "The patriarch's daughter who escaped from marriage dares to come back?"
I stared at his trembling wolf ears and fell into deep thought:
Is it too late to say that I admitted the wrong person now?
