>When I was dressed as Qin Huairu, Shazhu was stuffing the lunch box into my hand.
>Everyone in the hospital, young and old, was waiting to see my expression of gratitude.
>I retracted my hand as if I was electrocuted: "Men and women do not accept each other."
> Silly Zhu froze in place, and the second uncle's enamel jar crashed to the ground.
>Before time travel, I was a straight man, and this warm and soft touch made my scalp tingle.
> "Comrade Huairu, in the new society we must adhere to principles." I spoke righteously.
>In the corner, Xu Damao was suffocating with laughter.
>Just when I was thinking about how to go home and educate my three children, a familiar voice came from behind me:
>"Huai Ru, where are your hands touching?" - Jia Dongxu stood under the Moon Gate carrying his luggage.
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