"Can you write the article well?" Zhou Xintong turned off the computer power, thinking that Mo Xiang was too tired to write the article. The boy who was such a good boy was tortured to death! Hum ╭(╯^╰)╮pity my handsome male protagonist. Ten thousand grass and mud horses are galloping in my heart. . . . . {System certification: Automatically trigger the system and complain a thousand times. . . . } Zhou Xintong traveled back in time gorgeously. To be precise, he traveled back in time to the book "Chasing Immortals" that he had complained about for several months. As a senior fujoshi, he was not too sad. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look in the mirror. Red lips, fair skin, peach blossom eyes, pretty good looking. Wait, no! Have! Chest! I fainted from crying and was in another world. Is it possible that I was dressed like a little kid? Hey, forget it, for the sake of looking pretty good, let's take it slow. From then on, the path of cultivating immortality began, uh, no, the path of pursuing immortality. Dad, don't run away, I'll just touch you. Little Lanlan, come and give me a hug. This is a fujoshi's lifelong dream!