My Fake-Death Escape Is Always Interrupted

That year, I was 9 years old and she was 11 years old. I told her that I would marry her in the future, and she naughtily replied: "Okay"! That year, I was 12 years old and she was 14 years old. She was a head taller than me. I raised my head and told her that I liked her. She listened blankly and said nothing, then turned her head and stopped looking at me. At that time, I was 18 years old and she was 20 years old. I had been working outside for a year, and she was still studying in a key university. I could no longer say that I liked her, because I felt that I was not worthy of her at all. I kept what I wanted to say to her to myself, and I would tell her everything when I was worthy of her. In the next four years, I never had the chance to see her again. I heard that she was already working. What I was more concerned about was whether she was a wife and a mother. My career was gradually getting on the right track and I was no longer embarrassed by money. When I saw her again, it was in Dongguan, in a dimly lit room, just the two of us. After a long silence, she said, "Eight hundred, since you are an acquaintance, I will charge you five hundred." I tried my best not to tremble anymore, and said, "Come with me." Her eyes glazed over for a moment, then flickered, and then went out like a fire, and said, "I'm not worthy of you, I'm just a lady, I still have guests, nothing happens, I'll leave first." She left in a hurry. Later, I saw her on TV. She was being held by two policemen, her face was terrified and miserable. The TV didn't even cover her face, letting her dangle in front of me, letting her bump, bump, and shatter in my heart! The last time I saw her, I looked up at her like this. For a long time, he left without leaving a word. . The next news about her was a phone call from her mother a year later, saying that she was ill and could not be treated, and that she wanted to see me one last time. I can't accept it. Anyway, I feel very depressed. When I arrived at the hospital, I looked at her pale face in front of her bed. She was much thinner than before. I smiled at her, I don't know how ugly that smile was, and she smiled at me as innocently as she did when she was seven years old. She raised her hand, and I hurried over to hold her hand. I couldn't help but shed tears. She said in a low tone: "I... I want to ask you, when will the update be updated!!"

Sese, hurry up and give birth to Sese

A new book cannot be without the idiom Solitaire, just like the West cannot be without the idiom (bushi) I come first and do whatever I want

One-sentence synopsis: Immortal version of Zhang Tao, his useless system and his superficially useless real brothers and sisters This is completely different from the death-seeking genre, don't be fooled by the title of his book 🙂

Not bad, isn't this one

Very vivid

The writing is quite good, but it's a pity. See you again when we are destined!

I like Zi Qian's writing and it's very good, but I don't like to keep up with it. I'm scared of the eunuchs. I'll come back after it's finished. I'll give you 500 and hope I can stick with it.

The female protagonist is actually the male protagonist, and the male protagonist is actually the female protagonist. The male protagonist wears the wrong body, and after cultivating immortality for a long time, he passes his memories of the earth to the female protagonist who still has a trace of soul. Then the female protagonist wears the male protagonist's body, which just activates the system, and then the soul is also close to him, so she abducts him up the mountain.

New here, I heard that there is a manager named Pickled Fish who can give out maid uniforms