Luck That Came Late

(Modern Arc) The little dumpling kept shrieking in her ear: Hurry, hurry, hurry! That’s the mission target! Don’t let him leave! Mo Qian covered her ears. “I can’t hear you. I can’t hear you. A turtle chanting scriptures. Focus on my studies and keep improving every day.” Later, characters from every corner showed up, constantly urging the heroine to follow the plot. In the end, when the heroine refused to budge, everyone was at their wits’ end and turned all their attention to the male lead. “Come on, male lead, make your move!” The bumps on the bus sent the male lead leaning toward the heroine again and again. She reluctantly tapped his forehead. “Ahem, you’re crossing the line.” “No, I’m tired. Let me lean on you for a bit,” he said, then wrapped his arms around her as her face turned bright red. A captivating smile curled his lips. (Ancient Arc) When she first opened her eyes in a room steeped in the atmosphere of ancient times, her first thought was bewilderment: Had she transmigrated? No, no, no. She hurriedly snuggled deeper into her warm bed and went back to sleep. What if the plot couldn’t move forward without the heroine? The little dumpling looked at the woman sprawled lazily in bed and nearly wept. What could it do? The male lead was far away, and it couldn’t find him for now. Oh well, the male supporting character would have to do. The supporting male character’s ink-black hair was tied up with a plain white jade hairpin. A hint of unusual color flickered across his cold face. His robe, dampened by the hot spring, clung just enough to reveal faint traces of what lay beneath, making for a breathtaking vision that wordlessly extended an invitation. The heroine gave him a lazy glance. “Oh my, this is kind of interesting.”