Master Qi, you can't hide your identity anymore.
[The group dotes on the female lead. Men and women flirt with each other. All kinds of pets.]
Lu Jinqi, the big shot of the 25th century, accidentally blew herself up. In the end, she was reborn in the body of a poor little girl with the same name as her in the 21st century.
"You have to remember that you're only adopted by us. Don't think about anything else."
Lu Jinqi,"Hehe, I'm delusional, my ass."
Everyone in the industry was prepared to watch the Song family's annual drama, but the poor little thing became a " fiend " with explosive combat power and slapped everyone in the face.
Everyone: " Hiss, my face hurts."
He was a cold and noble person in power, the mysterious leader of the special operations team. He controlled the Asian economy but was willing to bow down to her
It was Lu Jinqi's first time meeting Si Jingyun, and she accidentally bumped into him.
Si Jingyun,"Little friend, how can you take advantage of your brother?"
The second time they met, she unexpectedly pushed him down.
Si Jingyun said,"Little friend, throw yourself into my arms!"
The third time they met, she accidentally touched his hand.
Si Jingyun asked,"Little friend, how do you feel?"
Lu Jinqi,"I have something I don't know if I should say."
[There are many male and female alternate accounts. Take off each other's alternate accounts and enter the pit without worry. Note: The whole process is illogical. It's all based on the author's imagination.]
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. And you, my father, there on the sad height, Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray. Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.