The Mountain King Is a Sturdy Woman

I transmigrated into an erotica novel and came face-to-face with a bandit glaring at me menacingly.

But I wasn't too nervous.

After all, look at how he didn't even reach my chin, his arms and legs were as thin as chopsticks, and his ribs stood out clearly...

Let's not even mention my amateur Mad Dog Fist, which I hadn't practiced in a year and a half.

Was he looking down on the two bowls of rice I ate at every meal, the half-pound of meat and eggs I ate every day, and the carton of milk I drank at least once a day?

Or was he looking down on my height of 175 centimeters and my weight of 70 kilos?

Theme: Cherish the present and look toward the future