
Not a Blade of Grass Will Grow
寸草不生
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 206k Words
- Genre
- Romance
- Era
- Modern Era
- Updated
- 2y ago
- Source
- JJWXC
Synopsis
62Chapters
48Favorites
10.0Score
77Nutrient gifts
301Clicks per chapter
47Comments
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Reader comments 18
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It's really disgusting to see and hear this man and another woman with his own eyes, and yet he still misses her so much? Not jian?
The introduction says that the male and female protagonists are not together in the last chapter of the text. Isn't this a pale and useless statement? Why not write about them getting married in a side story? It would be better to also write about the green life of the heroine. The heroine should be written as such a philanthropic person who can tolerate anything. She can still accept the man having sex with others. This is how many tastes there are and how lacking in love!
Hey, being brother and sister is actually quite good. This family is very good to her, so what is there to be dissatisfied with? Anyway, she likes the male protagonist to be so kind to her. When getting along with relatives, the male protagonist will always take care of her like this. Being a girlfriend is a different way of treating her. It's not like she doesn't know the male protagonist's attitude towards his girlfriend, so why bother to seek abuse on her own?
Male protagonist, you deserve it! Like a scumbag who hurts people's feelings, but regrets it when he looks back, claiming to be affectionate and playing tricks of "chasing love", ugh~
The heroine is so vigilant, the little white flower is really well protected.
The full text of "The Government and the Wild" next door is being saved, please collect it~ Song Zhichao×Cheng Ye **Ten years difference in age Across from No. 1 High School in Jiangcheng is a large auto repair shop. Every night, with the ringing of the school bell from No. 1 High School, the auto repair shop opposite will get off work on time. When Song Zhichao met Cheng Ye for the first time on his way home, he subconsciously regarded him as a bad guy. Cheng Yeshuai is handsome, but not very handsome. With wheat-colored skin, a rough and sexy voice, half-exposed strong arm muscles, and a few curse words blurted out from time to time, Song Zhichao would never associate Cheng Ye with the word "good guy" no matter how hard he tried. But gradually Song Zhichao discovered that they were just neighbors living in the same unit building in the same community. It only took Song Zhichao half a month to go from being two people in tandem on the way home to traveling side by side. It took half of Song Zhichao's life to go from the person next to him to the person next to him. In the summer when I was sixteen, an accident happened suddenly. Song Zhichao's mother fell to her death and her father was imprisoned. The mother's body hit Cheng Ye's car parked downstairs, and her body was as broken as the car. Later, Song Zhichao held the savings he had saved up without telling his parents and said to Cheng Ye, "I'll pay you for your car." Cheng Ye shook his head and refused to accept it, and asked Song Zhichao: "Do you know how much my car costs?" "Isn't it enough? If it's not enough, I can compensate myself to you." Cheng Ye still looked as steady as before and said to Song Zhichao: "Don't imitate your mother. Little girl, study hard so that you won't be deceived by men like your father in the future." Song Zhichao would not be deceived by a man, but she was willing to take the bait when Cheng Ye hooked his finger.
Oh my god, brother, why are you like this?
I hit my shoulder, it must be next to the handle, right (?)
You have the nerve to say that you have more girlfriends than you can count on both hands. That's awesome.
My first love sister is so pitiful, a tool of the family