God: If you had only one year to live, how would you spend it?
Nangong Mi: I don't know how I'd spend it. I just want a few fictional boyfriends to fulfill my long-held cross-dimensional daydream.
God: Granted.
She wakes up and has to hold a roundtable meeting with twelve men to discuss their upcoming cohabitation, which will last at least a year.
A junior high schooler who plays murderous tennis, a long-legged doctor who fights with a microphone, a retired captain over forty, a high school CEO richer than a country, plus an insect-catching master, a demon butler, a big-shot God of Death, a card-obsessed teenager, a violent monk...
Nangong Mi says:
What a motley crew. I'm under a lot of pressure.
What bizarre stuff did I watch when I was young and clueless...
What? Date them? Wouldn't that cost me my life? No way! Absolutely not!
A few days later...
Oh no, oh no. I really can't keep all twelve of them happy...
Before you dive in:
This story goes wild with its ideas. Don't worry about the logic.
I write whenever the mood strikes. Read whenever the mood strikes.
It might get updated, or it might be abandoned.
Anything could happen~
Theme: The passion of youth is real
Most two-dimensional male gods can only be seen from a distance. After all, if he really appeared in reality, you might just want to beat him to death (bu
The boy who is addicted to guessing cards blindly is Youcheng Judai (playing a role in the game)
Bath towel dance is so funny! It's a new bottomless pit, I'll jump first!