[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, but in this life... Where else can he escape?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
[A tall girl from a tall and handsome college × a handsome boy] In his previous life, Chen Huaiyue, a female school bully from a tall and tall college, bullied him for three years and ended up becoming his wife. At the wedding, Jiang Yanheng's legs softened and she fainted. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the second grade of junior high school. He vowed to walk around in circles for the rest of his life. She moved the desk next to him with her backhand: "You said we are not familiar with each other? Let's get acquainted again." She blocked him, chased him, and protected him, pressing forward step by step. He escaped in his last life, where else can he escape in this life...?
1. If you don't fight or grab, where will your wife come from? What about Flowers of the High Mountains? Isn't he chasing his wife fiercely? 2. Qingmei tortured me thousands of times, but I treated her like my first love. 3. What about Mr. Jingui? It's not about being gentle and redeeming the doormat!
The author's skill in portraying characters is so profound that you will truly laugh at each of their happiness, worry about each of their choices, and finally sigh at each of their fate.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
The first test criterion for soul art: Is there a sentence that makes readers want to take a screenshot? This book is full of them. It's not the kind of empty chicken soup, it's the kind of words that you'd be stunned by and then silently copy and post on your WeChat Moments. Because it's not about the protagonist, it's about you. It's the words you hide in your heart that you haven't said, or can't say. You take screenshots not to show off, but to tell yourself: Someone understands me.
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