A Time of Tigers - From Peasant to Emperor - Chapter 22: Blood and Bruises - Part 5

You just want to wear books, just want to be the male lead’s little first love, little beauty, little girlfriend, little crying bag, little follower, little cute… Have you ever thought about the feelings of the male lead? You don’t, you only love yourself.
Inexplicably became a Tang monk who fell into the Pansi Cave, and the male protagonist’s feelings are also very simple.
Gu Zhixing: “Thank you for your invitation, don’t wear it anymore, kidney deficiency.”
After Gu Zhixing dodged the fall of three girls expressionlessly, avoided the collision of five girls, and ignored the sobbing of two girls, Gu Zhixing was pulled into an empty classroom.
In the classroom, the girl blushed, “You…I like…”
Gu Zhixing held her hand, his black eyes were indifferent, “Sister, I don’t eat your way.”
The girl stomped her feet embarrassedly.
Gu Zhixing pushed her away and left without looking back. After walking out of the classroom, Gu Zhixing glanced down at his chest, Jun Mei’s reckless face was full of indifference.
Well, the corset is very useful, the baby is very good, and the store service is also very good. I will come again next time.
The person who witnessed the whole process gritted his teeth and said harshly: “I’ve been accused again? How many good sisters do you have!”

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Synopsis: 【Era + Rebirth + Educated Youth + Rough Husband's Devotion + Child Rearing】In her previous life, Su Xiaoxiao unwittingly led disaster into her home, resulting in the demise of her entire family through a series of “accidents.”Upon her rebirth, she vowed to make those who had harmed them pay a bitter price!She was determined to love wholeheartedly the vengeful Jiang Yexun, who was willing to squander his vast wealth and even risked his life for her vengeance.But there was a peculiar issue with her body – she couldn’t seem to control it.Whenever she was near Jiang Yexun, an irresistible urge for intimacy took over.Jiang Yexun clenched his teeth and said, “I've given you a chance to run!”Su Xiaoxiao embraced the man's waist and playfully retorted, “Run from what? A real man should act, not just talk!”Jiang Yexun pressed down on the provoking girl, “Alright then, let's act!”After marriage, Su Xiaoxiao, nursing her sore waist that hadn’t straightened since, tearfully recognized one undeniable fact – you must not provoke a rough-and-tough husband like him.