作者属于高危职业

In the next life time, he would absolutely not become an author.

He would once again be cursed to the danger of crossing over into a book.

During the time when he broke free of his shell, what he first saw was just the handsome, handsome male lead that he had written.

During the time when the male lead was pinching the small soft flesh of his neck, it was also his first time hearing the male lead’s voice.

“Return goods,” the male lead said in this way toward the vendor stall’s owner.

Pei Bufan: “…… meow?”