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I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today

When the world became a landscape for a game, human beings all became dolls who no longer moved nor breathed, frozen like items on display in a shelf. In the beginning, Bai Youwei thought this was an alien prank. Nobody knew why humans suddenly became dolls. That was until they were all gathered together and sucked into a bright fog before being greeted by a mechanical voice, "Ding! Welcome to the Game of Dolls! The rules are as follows: 1. Refusing to play the game will result in dollification! 2. Failure to beat the game will result in dollification! 3. Beating the game to win a doll!" Bai Youwei walks into the embrace of Shen Mo trembling. "I'm scared, I'm just a weak little girl..." Shen Mo takes her hand, places it on his abs and says, "Now you don't have to be scared anymore!" The game systems starts ringing in the background, "Alert! Alert! Please respect the game and focus! No dating inside the game!" This is a story of how an intelligent and calm young lady works with a boy with nothing but a hot bod to beat the impossible Game of Dolls!

Hua Hua Liao · แฟนตาซี
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Chapter 16 A Husband and Wife

Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Shen Mo touched his nose, feeling he had been too gentle.

...maybe next time he could try being a bit tougher.

He left the wheelchair at the entrance of the cubicle and turned to leave.

While waiting for her outside the women's restroom, he occasionally heard thuds and bangs, as if a crutch had bumped into something, or perhaps she had knocked against something?

What other people might do with ease is a battle for her.

His slight annoyance faded gradually.

What was there to be upset about? She was just a child, after all. Sickly since young and insecure, she used to live in luxury without a care. Now, however, she had to eke out a living in such times. Her tantrums were understandable. She was only truly powerful in her words.

Shen Mo stood at the door, listening for noises inside.

The sounds of collisions, flushing, rustling of clothes, the crutch scraping the floor and the cubicle door being banged open! —