Jiang Shi: "Baby, th-this isn't too young, is it? He doesn't even look sixteen!"
Baby: "Of course he does. He'll turn sixteen in eight months."
Jiang Shi: "..."
Baby: "Mom, don't worry. I've been watching him carefully these past few days, and I can guarantee one hundred percent that he's a normal man who can have children. And he's not nearly as scummy as the last one. Mom, go for it without a second thought!"
Jiang Shi: "... Sweetheart, that's a crime..."
Baby's eyes welled with tears. "Mom, if I miss this chance, I'll have to wait another twenty years. Who knows how twisted my fate will become during those twenty years? It'll probably be at least twenty times worse than it is now. Mom..."
Jiang Shi gritted her teeth. "Baby, say no more. So what if it's a crime? I'm not even human anymore, so why should I care about a little offense? Let's do it!"
If you like angsty stories, start from Chapter 1!
If you prefer lighthearted comedy, I recommend starting from Chapter 8!
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Please update, my dear, this novel has been going on since school and work.
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Update it, my dear, from junior high school to work
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