I have ten trillion licking dog gold

Some obstacles exist precisely so that they can be overcome.

That's right.

This refers to Aunt Meimei from Chu.

The nightmares of their childhood were completely shattered through their combined efforts. As the movie ended, Jiang Chen and Fang Qing, who had persevered to the end, had both found their answers about their childhood selves. Amidst Aunt Mei's resentful and poignant opera singing, they each experienced a rebirth.

God knows.

It's incredibly difficult to persevere and finish watching the movie.

The runtime of "The Haunted Village" is 96 minutes.

If anyone sees only eighty-odd minutes of footage, don't doubt it, it's definitely an edited version.

Over this long period of time, the person's pain has lessened considerably, and at least their complexion has fully returned to normal.

As for whether he suffered internal injuries, only he himself knows.

Even if there is.

He has to take responsibility for that himself.

The perpetrator has offered to go to the hospital for a check-up, but he has refused multiple times, and he has also done everything he can to make amends.

So when the movie ended, Fang Qing yawned and said, "I'm going to sleep."

The torrential rain outside the window turned into a continuous drizzle.

This natural white noise is perfect for taking a nap.

interesting.

If it weren't for the fact that she was Fang Qing, Jiang Chen would definitely have thought the game was starting to get interesting.

That's right.

game.

Starting with Li Shurui, regardless of the ending, the story begins with her being forced to take on challenges by the system, much like a popular survival challenge movie where there is no choice but to move forward and overcome obstacles.

But Qinggege is different.

Ok.

You can't get any cashback rewards from her.

However, if the target of the challenge is her, it's like the starting point is the end point in the game, and you won't even have a chance to farm money before it's game over.

The connection between people cannot be avoided by staying indoors during a rainstorm.

The screen mirroring automatically ended after the movie finished playing.

In the dimly lit room, listening to the fine rain outside, Fang Qing lay down, still lying on her side facing the window, while Jiang Chen leaned against the headboard, lost in thought.

As he himself said, some destinies are unavoidable and cannot be avoided, as if they were predetermined at birth, or even before birth.

To know.

He even has a system, but after all this time, he turns around and finds the girl next door still lying next to him?!

no doubt.

Of the billions of people in the world, no one, absolutely no one, has felt such a strong sense of destiny as Jiang Chen.

It's like using cheat codes in a game.

You accidentally found the Dragon Slayer Sword after leaving the starting village. Relying on this divine weapon, you slashed through everything in your path, leveling up rapidly and gaining immense reputation. You became a peerless master player admired by thousands on the server. But then, out of the blue, you turned around and found the daughter of the peddler from the starting village following behind you, blinking her bright eyes at you.

The appearance of the "lickspittle system" made Jiang Chen begin to believe that his fate was in his own hands, but at this moment, his worldview began to crumble again.

Is a person's life really a pre-written script?
Are you an NPC?

Jiang Chen suddenly spoke, staring blankly at the screen that had finished projecting onto the TV, as if talking to himself.

"what?"

Of course, the person wasn't talking to themselves. Even if Fang Qing was very sleepy, she couldn't possibly fall asleep so quickly.

Are you an NPC?

Jiang Chen repeated, much like Truman beginning to consider the reality of the world.

"Yes, that's me. You just realized?"

Fang Qing moved her pillow, propping herself up a bit, and lay on her side, answering the question with her back to the person.

"If I were to actually do something now, would anyone yell 'cut'?"

Fang Qing, whose face was not visible, suddenly froze.

She must have seen "The Truman Show," one of the world's 100 classic films.

only.

The guy behind me doesn't seem to have a head injury.

The stimulation was too much; did he become obsessed?

"What do you think constitutes 'what'?"

Fang Qing spoke, her hand resting on the pillow, asking calmly. The question might sound a bit convoluted, but it wasn't difficult to understand.

It can be easily sorted out using legal logic.

Based on what someone just did, even if Fang Qing made a false accusation, it wouldn't count as rape, but an attempted rape might be conclusive.

Still not enough?

"Will anyone yell 'cut'?"

Someone is very persistent, or perhaps they have temporarily fallen into their own mental world.

The line between genius and madness is very thin.

Fang Qing remained silent, lying calmly on her side, her expression still disdainful. "You can give it a try."

Have to admit.

Jiang Chen is definitely an exceptionally powerful individual; his methods have surpassed the comprehension of ordinary people.

He lay down, in the same position as Fang Qing, who was facing the window, while he was facing Fang Qing.

One bed, one quilt.

The gap between them had never been so close.

His hand climbed up her supple, smooth waist.

No one has called "cut" yet.

Fang Qing remained motionless, as if she had lost consciousness.

then.

The hand moved past the waistline and continued its exploration, slowly tracing along the flat abdomen.

Let's discard the vulgar and superficial perspectives of ordinary people.

This is not about taking advantage.

This is a test of the truth of the world!
Such practice is of the highest nobility!

As we all know, some scenes in movies cannot be shown, such as the male and female leads having sex. The next shot will definitely cut to another scene, just like when the director yells "cut".

Jiang Chen's hand, which was roaming over Qingmei's body, seemed to be testing the red thread.

Above.

I just tried it.

No one jumped out and told him to stop.

So this time he chose to go downwards, his fingertips tracing the exact texture of the lace irises, until he reached the real garden hidden by the irises.

Click.

just kidding.

There wasn't a large group of people rushing in with cameras and microphones to stop someone from crossing the line; it was just—

Fang Qing pressed her hand down on his.

"Weren't you injured?"

Their bodies were almost touching, and she could feel the other person's hot chest against her back.

"Whether you're injured or not, we'll find out once we try."

The sound was almost right next to my ear, stirring up a frantic, itchy feeling in my heart.

Fang Qing was still holding his hand.

"Isn't it like touching your right hand with your left?"

Women really do hold grudges.

"Don't you know that men have a skill called ambidextrous fighting?"

Fang Qing smiled gently, her resistance seemed to lessen slightly, but she still didn't let go.

She pretended not to understand and deliberately said, "Then go fight each other."

Jiang Chen suddenly straightened up slightly, determined to carry the experiment through to the end, his lips pressed against her reddened, glistening earlobe.

"take away."

Two words that get straight to the point.

It carries with it an undeniable strength and domineering nature.

Without a doubt, he had never been so manly in front of her in his entire life.

Although it may be injured, it is tougher than ever.

Fang Qing's ears turned even redder, and after a barely perceptible moan, the hand that had been binding someone to test the truth of the world actually slowly loosened its grip.

Jiang Chen's eyes were firm as he forcefully moved his hand down, plunging it into the double-layered fabric.

Fang Qing's neck turned red, and she involuntarily shrank back, pressing even closer, and whispered:
"Kiss me." (End of Chapter)