They All Want to Attack Me[gb]

My name is Song Jiwei. On my twenty-sixth birthday, my boyfriend proposed to me. Beautiful flowers, expensive Western food, and gorgeous drone performances took turns taking place in front of me, but my heart was already filled with those quarrels that were deliberately ignored and the perfunctory efforts that were forcibly concealed. So, I rejected him. He knelt in front of me, his eyes were red and his voice was trembling, and he said he couldn't live without me. People around me were booing and shouting at me to marry him, but I didn't want to, and he went crazy. I called the police, but he was arrested. Before he left, he was still struggling, and there was a kind of madness in his eyes that I couldn't understand. Soon, I understood. As soon as midnight passes, time goes back to a year ago, and everything reopens. And he, the person who was supposed to be my boyfriend, became an insignificant NPC in the new world. At the same time, the new neighbor who moved across the door began to appear frequently in my life. A university professor, gentle, able to blush, good at food and pleasing me. I was almost lost until I touched him for the first time. "Favorability +1." A cold electronic sound suddenly appeared in my ears. That was his voice, like a basin of cold water poured on my heart. I still enjoyed all the tenderness he gave me, but in fact I regarded it as a joke, but why... Until the end of the reincarnation, he didn't make any request to me? … In the new round, the young master of Party A's group is arrogant and domineering. He likes to thwart my plans. He also likes to call me in the middle of the night to make things difficult for me. He doesn't have a good word in his mouth. But when he was pinned down by me, what sounded in my ears was a fiery sentence: "She looks pretty good when she scolds me." … The fourth one is the cold boss, always picky, always aloof, always with a half-dead alienated face. If he hadn't been so good-looking, I would never have looked at him twice. If he hadn't been so good-looking, I would never have touched him more. Ber, he... How could he be pregnant? … Okay, I have figured out the rules. Now, I only have one question: Why can't I be the one who makes the rules? Reading guide: 1. GB. 2. The third person of the text. 3. Pregnancy for a fourth male is a set up, not for a bisexual person. 4. I couldn't write this article anymore, but I really couldn't see any unfinished articles in the list, so I rewrote it. 5. Thanks for reading. Intention: Continuous self-improvement