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Reborn in the 80s: Everyone Falls For Me

Xu Niannian was reborn in the 1980s and became the most beautiful flower in ten miles around. With three younger brothers at home, her sharp-tongued mother loved her as her life; daughters were golden lumps while sons were just a waste of money. She had thought she would encounter a host of troublemakers, but although there were many, they ended up spoiling her rotten. The stingy grandmother, upon meeting her, would always dig out the best things for her. The acerbic mother, who was scolding her sons just a second ago, would instantly change her expression to a blooming chrysanthemum upon seeing her daughter. Thus, Xu Niannian's goal became to work hard to earn money and keep her quirky family well-fed and chubby. Having obtained the Spiritual Spring by chance, Xu Niannian grew more beautiful every day. When Jin Yu first met Xu Niannian, he only felt that the girl was charming and bewitching, beautiful enough to dazzle him. He had another girl in mind, yet was inexplicably captivated by Xu Niannian's allure, unaware that the one he wished to take responsibility for and the one he liked were the same person.

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Chapter 140: Jin Yu's Thoughts (3 more)

Unexpectedly, just then Xu Niannian straightened up and lifted her head.

Meeting her bright eyes, Jin Yu felt his nose grow warm as a trickle of warm fluid flowed from his nostrils.

Xu Niannian immediately jumped off of him.

Jin Yu had already intended to let her down, his hand raised, but when Xu Niannian suddenly leaped away, thinking she might fall, he reflexively reached out to catch her.

But inadvertently, she moved away, leaving only her clothes in his grasp.

Jin Yu's eyes then went wide.

The next second, a crisp slap echoed by his ear, "Jin Yu, you're too much."

Finally coming back to his senses, Jin Yu looked up to the sky with a face full of despair as the blood streamed from his nose, "If I say it wasn't intentional, would you believe me?"

He was simply driven by instinct, and the clothes in his hand spoke of his grievance; he truly didn't do it on purpose.

Xu Niannian, who had slapped him, felt not a bit of regret—damn it.