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The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life

#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc (Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!) Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library. By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read. Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key. Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads. Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good! [Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.] [Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.] [Congratulations...] Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet. Until one day, he told her his true name. Li Chunhua was dumbfounded. No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again? A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. "You dare!"

The_Sweet_Dumpling · Fantasy
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387 Chs

When Luck defies Death (1)

The bigshot nuker who the players were talking about on the global chat was occupied at the moment.

Li Chunhua, whose eyes were drawn to the familiarity of the man's face, kept scratching her scalp and didn't pay any heed to wannabe adopted sons and daughters or info-seekers on the global chat.

Her eyes traced the contours of the man, from the hair, blacker than squid ink, to his skin tone resembling the newly boiled and peeled egg, then to his sharp brows and long, lush eyelashes, finer than the high-quality brush bristles aunties would use to caramelize the roasted meat on their grills.

His cheeks, which have a slight blush similar to crystal juicy peaches from the spiritual orchard grown in their sect, were repeatedly plucked clean by Senior Sister and her.