She was a frail woman who had to support her family with her own hands, and she had to endure unimaginable hardships.
"It's not that I'm reluctant to eat, I'm just afraid of gaining weight," she said with a slight smile.
If it weren't against her will, she had always been troubled by her weight in her past life. Now that she finally had a slender figure, she was overjoyed and couldn't afford to overeat like before.
An Rong laughed and said, "It looks better when you're a little chubby."
I don't believe you for a second.
Yuan Doudou has a roommate who started dating a boyfriend. To make her happy, the man always bought her high-calorie foods, saying that it would look better if she was a little chubby. As a result, after two months of dating, her weight skyrocketed from 100 to 130.
She's gotten so fat she looks like a steamed bun, and they all advised her not to eat anymore, saying that men are visual creatures and would definitely find her unattractive.
She wouldn't listen and insisted that her boyfriend liked her to be a little chubby.
Not long after, the man found a girl among the female students, who was as thin as a stick, and cheated on her with her roommate.
My roommate cried for three days straight in the dorm because of this, and everyone tried to comfort her, saying it wasn't worth it for a jerk like him.
My roommate rallied, dieted and exercised, lost 30 pounds in a month, and became even more beautiful than before.
Unexpectedly, the man changed his mind and knelt down to beg his roommate for forgiveness, which the roommate readily agreed to.
As a result, everyone in the dormitory avoided her whenever they saw her.
I think someone's mentally ill.
Girls should be clear-headed and not make the same mistake twice.
She didn't know what happened after that.
Hopefully, things will go smoothly for them.
My thoughts returned to the present moment; An Rong's concerned gaze at me couldn't lie.
She was panicking and kept telling herself to stay calm and be decisive.
After eating until she was about 80% full, Yuan Doudou put down her chopsticks and didn't eat another bite.
This is a principle.
"I'll go wash the dishes." An Rong put the bowls down together.
Yuan Doudou stopped him: "Don't move around, just lie down and rest. Once you're healed, you'll have your chance to do something."
That sounds a bit strange.
Yuan Doudou's ears turned red, hoping An Rong wouldn't understand.
An Rong was puzzled when she suddenly closed her lips tightly, but upon recalling her words, a nameless anger arose within her.
The toxins in his body could flare up at any time.
He was afraid of hurting her.
"Alright, then thank you for your trouble, my wife," An Rong replied casually.
Yuan Doudou secretly breathed a sigh of relief; thankfully, he hadn't noticed.
However, she never meant it that way; a clear conscience fears no accusation.
Yuan Doudou carried the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, leaving An Rong and his son behind.
"Daddy, if you're sleepy, I'll tell you a story to lull you to sleep," just like a mother would.
An Rong patted his head affectionately and said, "Daddy isn't sleepy. Daddy wants to hear Anji tell a story."
Angie found someone to listen to and cheered with joy.
He told one story after another until his throat was dry before he would stop.
"Did your mother tell you all this?" An Rong frowned.
Anji nodded and said in his childish voice, "Yes, Mommy is amazing, isn't she?"
My mother not only cooks delicious food, but she is also a first-rate storyteller.
He's even more impressive than the storytellers in teahouses.
An Rong laughed along with An Ji, but her heart was filled with confusion.
How could she know such a story he had never heard before? They grew up together, and Yuan Doudou could only recognize a few characters, which he taught her.
Where did she hear these stories?
An Rong was pondering when he saw Yuan Doudou come in carrying a basin of water.
"Here, wash your hands."
An Rong did as instructed, washing and drying his hands.
Yuan Doudou washed Anji's hands and face, teasing him with a smile: "Anji, if you wash yourself clean, you'll grow up to be more and more handsome."
An Rong suddenly felt that the person in front of her was not the real Yuan Doudou.
She seemed to have come from afar, impersonating Yuan Doudou.
"DouDou, Anji just told me the story of Little Red Riding Hood. He said you told him it," An Rong said casually.
Yuan Doudou was stunned. Was her identity about to be exposed so soon?
No, she wants to live a few more days.
Although she didn't know if time travelers would die if they were discovered, she was still terrified.
Her mind was racing, but she remained calm: "Yes, those stories were all my dreams."
Dreams are ethereal and elusive; they cannot be found anywhere, so one cannot know whether they are real or not.
An Rong exclaimed in surprise, "That Dou Dou's dream is very interesting."
He began to think that if he could teach Dou Dou to read and write, with his talent for dreaming, he could definitely make a living by writing storybooks.
Writing a book is an easier thing than farming.
"DouDou, do you want to learn to read?" An Rong looked at her earnestly, "That way you can write down your story."
"Why write stories?" She was completely bewildered; these stories weren't created by her.
She never intended to turn them into paper copies.
An Rong smiled and said, "My wife has such talent; it would be a pity for the world if it were not recorded."
What a pity! If they had stayed, it would have been like changing history.
If those fairy tale masters saw this, they'd probably come and kill me with a thirty-meter-long sword.
Forget it, I'd rather not earn this kind of ill-gotten money.
"I can't. I get dizzy and nauseous just looking at words, and I feel sleepy." She covered her forehead; her head was already throbbing even before she started reading.
An Rong grabbed her waist; her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by one hand.
I really want to squander her time.
He unconsciously used force in his hands.
"It hurts." Yuan Doudou's eyes were filled with tears, and she wanted to curse in her heart.
"I'm sorry." An Rong's face flushed red. What had he been thinking? He was so ashamed.
Yuan Doudou rubbed her lower back, which was still sore.
"If you really want me to learn to read, I'll agree. Otherwise, you can use force to make me agree." As she spoke, her big, watery eyes sparkled.
Eyes like stars, inspiring imagination.
An Rong remained silent in embarrassment; that was not what he meant.
Whether she can read or not is her own business.
The saying goes, "A woman's virtue lies in her lack of talent," and no one has ever forced women to study.
"But I can't agree with what you're saying about writing a book. Those are my dreams, my secret corners. If I write them down and reveal them to the world, wouldn't I have no privacy at all? What's the difference between that and being paraded naked through the streets?"
She appealed to his emotions and reasoned with him.
I couldn't help but praise myself; I'm such a good talker.
She's so eloquent.
An Rong was immediately impressed by Dou Dou. When she thought about how he made money by writing, she realized that his ideas were too outdated and vulgar compared to hers.
It's incredibly vulgar.
The person before him, apart from his appearance overlapping with his memory, was completely unlike anyone else he could find.
"DouDou, you've really changed." An Rong's voice was calm and unfathomable.
Yuan Doudou froze, her eyes flickering.
The more you say, the more mistakes you'll make; he must have found something to use against you.
“However, I like it.” His eyes were like torches, and the flames shooting out seemed to want to set DouDou on fire right there.
ah?
Is this considered a confession of love?
He likes her? Not the original owner of this body.
An Rong realized something and quickly explained, "I liked you before too, but I like you even more now."
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