Quick Travel: the Heartthrob Is at Shura Field Every Day

Qinyan, who was retired, was suddenly thrown into the Three Thousand Small Worlds by the Lord God, helping the protagonist and supporting characters regain their emotional perception. "Sister, whip me" floated across the screen of the live broadcast, the fanatic and crazy eyes of the fans in the audience, and obscene text messages popping up from time to time on the phone. "Is Yanyan so popular?" The man in the shadow exuded a cold aura. Qin Yan smiled coquettishly and leaned into the man's arms. Her slender fingers traced across the man's sharp chin, and her brows and eyes were full of amorous feelings. "Is Mr. Feng jealous?" "You forgot who you are." The man's every word was a threat, and his generous palm was stuck on Qin Yan's delicate neck. The girl was not afraid at all. The curve of her red lips raised made the tip of her heart itch for no reason. "Of course I am yours." Countless "yous" appeared from the void, tentacles condensed with black mist traced along the ankles, fingertips were pierced by sharp teeth, and green vines gradually tightened the circle... "You are ours."