Born in a wasteland of the post-apocalyptic world, Xu Manzhi died in battle and accidentally time-traveled into the body of the real wealthy daughter of the Jiang family in the 70s, sharing the sam...
He doesn't understand.
Didn't he marry a pampered girl?
How did she suddenly become a superwoman?
Seeing that he was so stubborn and kept asking her questions, Xu Manzhi felt guilty, thinking that she had overacted to being a "little quail" in the past. She said, "I, I, oh, I have to draw out the poison from Ah Shui. Why don't you rest first?"
Yan Lin looked displeased.
Is it appropriate for a woman to place her hand on her belly?
She pressed down on it tightly.
I'm afraid it'll leave a dent.
If it weren't for the fact that she had traveled all this way... he would have insisted on... insisted on...
The thought had barely formed when he was startled by his own audacity. He muttered in a low voice, "Go ahead, saving lives is the most important thing. I'll settle the score with you when you come back."
Not only that, but we also need to find out how she got to the border of the city, otherwise there will be a lot of speculation and doubt.
"I'll be right back."
Xu Manzhi suddenly turned and left.
With a whoosh.
Ripples spread wherever her fingertips touched.
The temperature on my abdomen has disappeared...
Yan Lin's breath hitched, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.
Turning my head, all that remained in the room was the warmth and scent of the branches; there was no sign of her anywhere... That was incredibly fast...
Damn it.
He still has bloody holes in his body.
How can you let your mind wander like that?
He's still a human being.
But for some reason, the more he tried to be rational, the more wild thoughts would sprout in his mind, making him unable to control himself and almost going astray.
What's going on? How come the branches grow so well? They've suddenly found their way right to his heart.
Zhizhi: With the New Year approaching, who doesn't have dreams?