[GB/Transmigrate Into a Book] The Sickly Beauty Uproots the Willow

I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as the most beautiful woman in the world.

This body is simply too beautiful.

Delicate and soft, as fragile as a willow in the breeze.

It's seriously getting in the way of me beating people up.

How am I, the best female enforcer in the capital, supposed to make it in the martial world?

So...

Li Haozhuang is the new name I gave myself. It symbolizes the robust physique that fate has taken from me.

I have to get stronger and more robust. That's what I'm thinking right now.

I'm afraid of losing my robust physique, even though I've already lost it.

In despair, I start pumping iron.

※ A bloody incident caused by a deadline reminder;

※ Hot-tempered female enforcer × crafty little writer;

※ A silly, sweet story full of wild ideas, told in the first person in the style of Zhihu. This is what I ended up with after my experiment on Zhihu failed. I'm putting it out here to give everyone a laugh.

Theme: Your fate is in your own hands (I am absolutely sure of it).