The Stepmother Who Traveled Through Time and Became Cannon Fodder Started to Panic.

I put my son to bed No, it must have been my son who slept with me My son is a paper man written by me he lived I was listening to my little sisters the night before, how bad my son is, but when I woke up the next day, I was staring at the carved window lattice in a daze. Oh, it's just time travel, small things I looked down at the brocade quilt woven with gold and silver threads covering me. I sent it It's just that the original owner seems to be in poor health, but that doesn't stop me from dreaming about holding ten buildings in my hand. By the way, let's have a dream of raising a house and enjoying the blessings of everyone. But my dream was shattered by the sudden appearance of my fiancé Yes, my fiancé is the paper man I wrote out The bitter male lead in the original text Good guy, I do treat him as my son, but this son of a bitch wants to sleep with me! ! ! If anyone sees this, help me! ! ! Son of a bitch, please let go and don't touch - me - ugh! (Turn on the lamp) If you don't like it, don't enter it. Purpose: Don't abuse cannon fodder casually. What if one day you become cannon fodder yourself? Don't be discouraged even if you become cannon fodder. As long as you work hard, who says cannon fodder can't counterattack and reverse the outcome? !