Ning Xi has cancer. Her doctor tells her she has only a few months left. She has already made peace with dying at any moment, and then she transmigrates. Well, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Compared with dying of an illness, transmigration doesn't seem so bad. They say things turn around after reaching their lowest point, and joy gives way to sorrow. No, wait, sorrow gives way to joy. She never expected something even more surprising to be waiting for her:
A handsome, delicate-looking man with a Qing Dynasty queue grabs Ning Xi and pins her to the couch. "I've kept myself chaste for you, so surely you can't leave me starving, can you?"
Ning Xi silently raises her middle finger to heaven, then pouts and taps her fingertips together. I don't like men with queues. Can I have someone else?
Someone else? Sure.
This time, it's a fair-faced scholar, handsome and easy to push around. What do you think? The young scholar smiles innocently. "My lady, you've taught me so many secret martial arts techniques. It'd only be fair if I taught you some too, wouldn't it?"
Sure, sure, but can someone tell me how this pale-faced little scholar got so powerful?
The third time, he's a burly, broad-browed tough guy. His face isn't pretty, but his build is so good that Ning Xi decides he passes, barely.
The tough guy shows off his bulging muscles. "Barely?"
Ning Xi swallows and flashes a shameless, ingratiating smile. Not barely, not barely at all. You're absolutely perfect.
You're the boss, so you decide. After all, no matter how many times he changes, he's still the same underneath.
The boss arches an eyebrow. Changing the shell isn't enough for you? You want to change the core too?
Well, come on, look forward to it
Finally saw the update... It's not easy...
Update soon, I really like watching it. Also, after the male and female protagonists learned kung fu in the martial arts world, should they pick it up in other worlds? At least you have to be able to protect yourself. Who knows if you might encounter gangsters or something like that. Also, in the early 1980s, you had to go to college anyway, at least keep up with the times.
Dear, I have been following you almost since you started writing. I originally thought I would be able to read this book, but unexpectedly it was interrupted again.
It's been a few days since I stopped working. Dear, can we be more dedicated?
Come on(???_??)?
I said I was afraid of starting a war, but... The pattern is really the same as making money, ugh, ugh
Come on come on Unable to score
She can't be the wife she bought, right?
Either kidnapping or elopement