Shen Yan, a 28-year-old orthopedic surgeon, stayed up late reading novels and transformed into the 15-year-old female cannon fodder in the book.
The original owner had just been shot off the cliff by an arrow from her fiancé. When she opened her eyes, she was hanging on a dead tree. A 14-year-old boy picked her up, and she calmly checked herself: "Three ribs are broken, the shoulder blades are misplaced, and she will not die."
Later she discovered that this young man's name was Wan Zizhen, and he was the future chief assistant in the original work.
Later, she discovered that her golden finger was an "emotional energy space." Once you have enough energy, you can go home.
Shen Yan looked at the little chief assistant in front of her who blushed whenever she teased her, and fell into deep thought:
This child is only 14 years old... I can't do anything... But in order to go home...
Forget it, let's flirt with her for now, the days are long anyway.
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Shen Yan seemed dissatisfied that he was so far away, so she raised her other hand and weakly hugged his arm. She raised her head slightly. Under the moonlight, her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating blush, and the ends of her eyes were dyed with a hint of crimson. Her usually cold and cunning eyes were now as moist as a pool of spring water, reflecting the panicked face of the young man.
"Don't go..." She murmured.
These three words seemed to have magic power, instantly defeating all Wan Zizhen's rational defenses. Not only did he not retreat, but because of her pulling, his body sank a little further, and his chest almost touched the back of her hand.
Shen Yan's eyes fell on his face, slowly sliding from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and finally settled on his lips. Her gaze was so focused, with an obsession with examining works of art, that Wan Zizhen felt a shudder.
"You're so beautiful..." She sighed again, her voice as soft as a sigh.
The next second, she suddenly stretched out her hand, put her palm on the back of his neck, and pulled him down with irresistible force.
Their foreheads touched each other, and their breathing suddenly became out of rhythm.
Wan Zizhen closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently. He could smell the faint scent of medicine mixed with alcohol on her body, and that scent invaded his senses domineeringly.
Shen Yan raised her head slightly, and her soft lips pressed precisely on his lips.
At that moment, Wan Zizhen's mind went blank.
Should you tell someone you have a crush on someone?
Shen Yan seemed dissatisfied that he was so far away, so she raised her other hand and weakly hugged his arm. She raised her head slightly. Under the moonlight, her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating blush, and the ends of her eyes were dyed with a hint of crimson. Her usually cold and cunning eyes were now as moist as a pool of spring water, reflecting the panicked face of the young man. "Don't go..." She murmured. These three words seemed to have magic power, instantly defeating all Wan Zizhen's rational defenses. Not only did he not retreat, but because of her pulling, his body sank a little further, and his chest almost touched the back of her hand. Shen Yan's eyes fell on his face, slowly sliding from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and finally settled on his lips. Her gaze was so focused, with an obsession with examining works of art, that Wan Zizhen felt a shudder. "You're so beautiful..." She sighed again, her voice as soft as a sigh. The next second, she suddenly stretched out her hand, put her palm on the back of his neck, and pulled him down with irresistible force. Their foreheads touched each other, and their breathing suddenly became out of rhythm. Wan Zizhen closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently. He could smell the faint scent of medicine mixed with alcohol on her body, and that scent invaded his senses domineeringly. Shen Yan raised her head slightly, and her soft lips pressed precisely on his lips. At that moment, Wan Zizhen's mind went blank.
Should you tell someone you have a crush on someone?