I Don’t Want To Reincarnate - Chapter 17: Thousands of People Have Thousands of Faces

Every night, he prayed. To every god on Earth.“Please, transport me to a fantasy world when I wake up tomorrow.”And then one day, his prayers were answered.Just not in the way he had hoped for.

[Women disguised as men x men disguised as women series]

Science fiction is hidden in the text.

Wan Zexi is the crown prince known to everyone in the capital circle.

The last life was muddled, so what if this life was reckless.

Looking at the unfamiliar and familiar self in the mirror, the young man’s eyes were contemptuous, his red lips raised wanton evil: “My lord, I’m back!”

Wan Zexi is addicted to petting someone, and when Mo Yu’s true identity is revealed, the whole people are boiling!

“You are a man, so you can return Master Wan to us!”

Mo Yu kissed the boy’s lips with cold eyes, “You didn’t have a chance when you were a girl? Don’t you have a clue now?”

Everyone: “…”

Wan Zexi smiled and said nothing, but when one day everyone knew that Wan Ye was a woman, the fans were silent.

This world is too crazy, they are addicted to Wan Ye and can’t extricate themselves.

PS: 1v1, men and women are clean physically and mentally.

The female protagonist Su Susu, the male protagonist can be salty or sweet, and it is not a loss to invest in shares

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”