Negative Times Negative Makes Positive [Quick Transmigration]

I have also read a lot of villainous novels, and I have no moral requirements for the heroine. I was very happy to read this novel at first, but later on I felt that it was too homogeneous. There are 10 chapters in a story. At the beginning, I try to find a way to be a villain, and then treat the heroine in various ways, and then die inexplicably. Moreover, the heroine just claims to be beautiful, which is of no use to her, but he doesn't care about her so that she won't be cheated. Writing a lot about how good the villain is to the heroine will only gradually make me think why the heroine is so disgusting, hypocritical and cold.

Good guy, he is just like a father who watches his daughter misbehave and even tells her to play freely and let me wipe her ass.

Children are not that good at eating anyway, so feed them more often.

It felt like a couple was quarreling, and I was enjoying myself, but in the end, a strange couple reconciled.

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG … Parents who shocked my outlook on life I suddenly loved my parents so much. They gave me an ordinary and happy family.

So in the original world, the heroine would die no matter what, but the way of death was different. This story is about tracing the line of cause and effect, and the nature of the result remains unchanged.

Did you get those empty candy boxes when you were a kid? Write a small note inside, write down your wishes, and then hide it in a corner. Then you forget about it. It's so funny that you can't even remember where you put it.

Woohoo, wow, it's over, my picture still hasn't been drawn, my computer has finally been repaired, I turned it on last night, and not long after drawing, the screen went black, I'm so angry. Didn't I break up? This would have allowed me to paint with peace of mind, but my ex-boyfriend came to reconcile with me, so I had no choice but to look back. Ugh, ugh, ugh, I can't forget him. I originally wanted to play tricks on him, but as soon as I started video chatting with him, my brain seemed to be gone. I just wanted to cry at night. I cried while painting, and the hand feeling was particularly bad. I should feel better tomorrow and I'm going to paint tomorrow!

Be sick! What's going on with letting people be buried with you!

I feel like the heroine is like a cub waiting to be fed.