Fei Yuhe worked hard to get into the world's top universities, and finally graduated and entered a graduate school. However, when he stayed up late doing experiments, he accidentally fell on his head and couldn't wake up. He transformed into the cannon fodder of the same name in a body-torturing Lily ABO novel.
"Veteran cadre" Fei Yuhe looked at himself in the mirror, with red lips, big waves, V-neck and small suspenders, and he wanted to die.
The main thing is! Didn't it mean that she was sent from heaven? Even if the heroine Qingmei hates her, the heroine hates her no matter what! She's a piece of cake, and she's just cannon fodder for everyone to beat her up. I really don't know which stupid author could write so poorly.
Just when Fei Yuhe was working hard to keep her character alive, the heroine's "once-in-a-thousand-year" period of estrus arrived. Now she not only had to comfort the heroine when she was being abused physically and mentally, but she also had to figure out how to get the heroine through the estrus safely. The heroine fell on the bed, so feverish that she was stunned, and pheromones kept pouring out. Fei Yuhe knelt down, forgetting that this was a large-scale novel.
Qin Zheng, graduated from a prestigious school, comes from a well-off family, is a kind-hearted and top-level Omega, and has a well-matched childhood top-level Alpha. It can be said that he has the heroine script in hand and is envied by countless Omegas.
Qin Zheng originally thought that he would be with his childhood sweetheart in the future, but things went against his expectations. Qingmei, his "childhood sweetheart", told her in front of her that he had found the love of his life and could not be with her. I can't say how sad she was. Afterwards, Qingmei came to her and said she regretted it, but Qin Zheng didn't care anymore because she found that the Alpha who suddenly appeared and stayed with her when she was sad seemed to be more worthy of her attention.
Intention: Good people are hard to find, practice them and cherish them