I died suddenly after staying up late and working overtime. I entered a novel with multiple male protagonists and became a stranger.
In the original plot, the delicate heroine was praised by the big guys, but I only had to sit in the front row.
But the plot gradually went off the rails - the domineering president threw down the heroine to cover my drink, and the evil actor pushed her away to invite me to dance.
Even the sinister gangster gave me a black card: "Woman, you are more interesting than her."
I hugged the melon bowl tightly and shivered: "Where is the heroine? Get her back quickly!"
A low chuckle came from behind: "How does it taste when you eat your own melon?"
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