
Reborn in 1961: From the Start, My Blind Date Gets Snatched Away!
重生1961,开局相亲对象就被截胡!
- Status
- Completed
- Length
- 812k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 1y ago
- Source
- Zongheng
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Synopsis
All-time: Clicks, Favorites, Fans, Recommendations.
397Chapters
0Monthly tickets
20.9kClicks
199Favorites
85Fans
4Recommendations
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Eating Australian dragons in the 1960s was a mess!
So what are you doing when you are reborn? Just to live a good life for yourself?
A bad woman can't be wasted, not to mention that she is still first-hand
Alas, the newbie keeps talking about one point! Either being harmed or fighting back, that's too much.
Chapter 56: Should you not lock the door when you sleep at night? I am really speechless to the author.
It was a good novel, but it turned into a stallion novel and ended up being unfinished.
Generally speaking, women who particularly dislike the male protagonist despise the male protagonist for dating another man, and then the male protagonist picks her up like a holy mother, and even has broken shoes! I really don't know what the author was thinking
Change the title, change it to the 1980s
Yang Shenghui and the protagonist should have graduated at the same time. As soon as they entered the hospital, they stepped over the doctor and went directly to the attending doctor.
Writing a book takes no brainer. In those days, everything was taken out of the house. Were we really not afraid of death?