Can You Please Stop Kissing My Dumplings!

Lu Zhiyu can see the spiritual body that others cannot see. To be precise, it is a pile of pink Q-bombs and cute glutinous rice dumplings. He also has one, but he is very timid and other little groups always bully him. When Lu Zhiyu was in class, he would always see little dumplings scurrying away with their heads in their hands, with tears in their eyes, which made him feel very distressed. As the father of Tuanzi, he had to teach it to go out less and protect itself. Until one day, he saw his baby being forcibly kissed by a tall dumpling! Lu Zhiyu: Fist, head, hard! After finding out that Tuanzi's parent was Xie Zhan, a cold and arrogant second-year graduate student with an unfathomable family background, Lu Zhiyu opened the door full of anger. "Can you please stop kissing my——" spirit body! · The melon-eating crowd exploded, and Lu Zhiyu left with his head held high under Xie Zhan's dark eyes. Embarrassment is embarrassing, but the momentum cannot be lost! Not long after, Lu Zhiyu came home for summer vacation, and as soon as he walked in, he learned that he was getting married! What era is it! Also this whole arranged marriage thing! In the evening, the parents of both parties were having dinner. Before Xiaotuanzi entered the door, his marriage partner, Tuanzi, pressed him against the wall and kissed her violently! Lu Zhiyu's eyes were so angry that they turned red. He raised his eyes and met Xie Zhan's black eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. "Xie! Did I say..." Xie Zhan interrupted lightly, his eyes falling on Lu Zhiyu's mouth that kept chattering: "If you don't kiss it, can I kiss you?" *On the surface, he is abstinent, but behind his back, he is a crazy kisser × If he offends him, it's like offending a little cotton coward. Pre-reading guide: ①1v1 Sc, the short story is less than 200,000 words, and the cookie has no logic. ②Only a few people can see the spiritual body. 2025.12.26 Upload copywriting screenshot to retain certificate Intention: Love is hard to express