Wake Up Male Lead, You Belong With The Female Lead!

Lin Chuo opened his eyes curiously.

She, a husband who cherishes words like gold, can actually tell stories?

The little gentleman's story has no beginnings and ends, and it is not pleasant.

It is about the story of a man and a woman.

This man has been walking the world for countless years, and there has never been a wave in his heart, until one day, he met the nemesis of the hit.

A woman.

When we first met, she and others attacked him and almost killed him.

Naturally, he would not give up. He caught her and should have killed her without hesitation, but for some unknown reason, he had been indifferent to people's rationality for a lifetime, but he bullied her rather like a villain. I want to force her to cry, I want to force her to ask for mercy.

She was so stubborn that it itched his teeth.

He led her into a desperate situation. Her calmness and strength made him look at him again. He was actually not sure whether he would rescue her at the last moment, but he was in a daze, and he followed her way and was turned against him by her.

He bound himself and was in trouble.

He could have dragged her to suffer together. But struggling to survive, she looked like a flexible fish, slipping away from his hesitant fingers time and time again.

Finally, he let her go. He was under the ice, watching her run towards the vast sky, towards another man...

Having said this, Zhuo Jin paused slightly, his eyes cast faintly out the window.

Lin Chuo was a little flustered. She felt that this story was not good at all, and it made her heart heavy and heavy.

She couldn't help holding out her finger to lure him, trying to interrupt.

He grabbed her hand and pressed her hand on his body with evil intentions.

In this bright morning, Zhuo Jin's low and gentle voice continued to echo in the bamboo room——

Later, the man and the woman met again.

Eight years have passed since the ice. In the past eight years, he has prepared 800 ways to die for her.

This time, he forbids himself to be soft-hearted.

He attacked her, and when the matter came, he found that he still kept his hand, avoiding her heart, which just caused her severe damage.

He could make himself look cold and indifferent, but he never moved his finger and took her life directly.

She must have seen it? That's why she used a botched lie that a three-year-old child didn't believe in to trick him away.

He didn't believe a word.

But he knew that she was taking her own life in exchange for his. Two people must die. She came to take his life for another man.

He had 10,000 reasons to kill her, but.

He gave up and left.

For such a ruthless liar, he willingly threw away his heart and gave up his immortal life.

She deceived his heart.

Having said that, Zhuo Jin lowered his eyebrows and looked at Lin Chu gently.

Her eyes were confused, and her heart was strange and sad. She didn't know why her husband told her such an unlucky story on the first day of the wedding.

"Husband..." When he opened his mouth, he heard his own voice with a deep grievance.

He strained his lips, and continued to ask calmly and cruelly: "Thu'er, do you think, if you can do it again, how should this man deal with this woman?"

She felt flustered for no reason.

Did it...make her fall in love with him, then cruelly reveal the truth, and then kick her?

Must be so?

It's not cold today. She hid under the quilt, pressed against his warm body, but shivered uncontrollably.

Tears soon filled her eyes.

The corners of his eyes jumped a few times, held his breath, and continued to sternly, reluctantly, insisting on an answer.

She wanted to escape, but he was firmly imprisoned|in his arms.

She found that his strength was far greater than she thought. She was like a small bug tied in a cocoon, and any struggle seemed ridiculous.

His calm eyes frightened her.

"It's not me, I don't." With a desperate whimper, her tears finally broke out.

He smiled softly: "Did I say it's you, my little chir."

His smile made her feel dizzy, her eyelids sank, and she fell asleep.

After sleeping her, Zhuo Jin took a long breath and broke her little hand away from him.

She must have been terrified just now, that little hand clenched him tightly without knowing it, and her nails were embedded in the flesh.

hiss--

"Tweet, Tweet..."

Who is calling her.

Lin Chuo opened his eyes in a daze, seeing Zhuo Jin's eyes full of concern, calling her worriedly, and wiping her tears hurriedly.

She stared at him blankly.

"Have you had a nightmare? Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay." He said.

She didn't know whether to nod or shook her head. After a while, she asked: "What story did you tell me?"

Zhuo Jin laughed, and touched her forehead with the back of his hand: "It's not hot, sleepy? I'm going to prepare hot water. You lie down for a while."

It's a dream...

He got up and saw that she was still looking at him in a daze, and said angrily and funny: "Don't look."

"Ah." She quickly turned away from her eyes.

The young man is shy.

She is also shy!

He Xixi Suosuo put on his clothes, closed the quilt for her, and walked outside.

Lin Chiu stopped him and asked, "Husband, if I accidentally hurt you and you can live again, if, I mean if...how would you treat me?"

Thinking of her dream, she still has lingering fears.

He moved for a while, and immediately, a smile appeared on the corners of his lips: "Naturally treat you better and make you reluctant to hurt me."

Lin Chuo's heart was shocked, tears welled up again.

Zhuo Jin sighed helplessly: "Jiu'er, why do you like to cry so much..."

He could only put her together with a quilt into a ball, hugged her in front of him, and coaxed lowly until she burst into laughter.

More than a month passed soon.

Their lives are very ordinary, just like any loving ordinary couple in the world.

But Lin Chu didn't know whether other couples would be like them at night, so thrilling, so turbulent.

The only regret is that he is always embarrassed to be with her face to face.

Sometimes when it comes to the most fascinating moment, she seems to hear him whisper behind her ear: "No one can bully you, my little chir."

"Not including me."

...

Lin Chu felt that he must be the most weird traverser.

All the plots have nothing to do with her, hiding in the mortal world, and living the most ordinary life with a gentleman who teaches in the elementary school. He has transformed a fantasy cultivation text into a salted fish farming text.

The longer she gets along with Zhuo Jin, the more she feels that she is wise.

This man is perfect, upright, treats her very well, and likes doing housework. With him, Lin Chu felt like a precious pet. He was taken care of so well that he was almost pampered and proud.

The most rare thing is that although he is gentle, he is not like a heater at all. He doesn't have any scandals, and the women around him will automatically keep a distance from him, as if he is not a handsome gentleman, but a serious old gentleman with gray hair.

He asked her, would it be too hard to be with him?

She put her arms around him and smiled like a fool.

Suddenly, she noticed strange fluctuations in her body. The broken dantian and dry meridians disappeared, and she entered a strange state of fusion. The body and soul seemed to be completely integrated, and even the hair could be fully aware.

If Lin Chuo had been to a formal school for immortality, she would know that this state was in the stage of transforming into gods.

And her breath is still rising.

When everything was over, she was surprised to find that the cultivation base had returned, and it seemed that it was much longer than when it was abolished by Qin Yun.

With a thought, she teleported to the locust tree in the courtyard.

Lin Chuo: "..." My world of cultivation is amazing!

Lin Chuo hasn't been out for a long time. She knew that under the rule of the feudal dynasty, an unremarkable teacher who married a stunning wife was very likely to cause trouble.

At this moment, realizing that he had suddenly become a booze monk again, he couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed, so he wanted to go to the elementary school to pick up her little husband.

When school was over, watching the students leave one by one, her little husband never came out.

Waiting and waiting, finally waited for a slow white-haired old man.

Lin Chuo was a little dazed, and when he asked, he turned out a big news that made her dizzy. Her husband, Mr. Zhuo Jin, resigned from her husband's post soon after getting married and left the primary school.

Lin Zhuo bid farewell to the old man and returned to the courtyard in despair.

Zhuo Jin has not returned yet.

Usually he was later and earlier, Lin Chu never asked. After all teaching, if students don’t understand anything, don’t they have to ask the teacher to understand after school?

Today, she found that she seemed to be living in a huge fantasy.

Where did he go? Why don't you tell her if you are not a husband?

Standing in the courtyard blankly, she suddenly sensed a very subtle aura fluctuation.

Her heart was pounding, like a cannon fodder tremblingly exploring in a ghost movie, she touched the wing where he had lived before.

The ray of spirit led her, and found a famous brand stained with ashes from the corner of the wooden cabinet.

The disciple's name brand of Wan Jian's return.

Some forgotten memories resurfaced.

That day, the chaser had already left, but he returned because he lost the name tag...

When did Zhuo Jin hide their brand name?

She suddenly felt that the world she lived in might not be farming literature, but spiritual literature.

"Chuo'er?" The light in the room dimmed, and the shadows covered her.

Lin Chuo shook his hand and the famous brand clanged to the ground.