All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body.

All the goddesses in the world are lusting after my body. Author: Little Sharp Blade

Is the state starting to allocate recipients?

Is there such a good thing?

Wait a minute, is something wrong? This is giving me way too many objects!

Since we can't resist, we might as well enjoy it.

001 Goodbye

At the graduation party, he shielded her from drink after drink, his gentle and refined smile reflected in the lights, and every distant glance he gave her was full of affection.

For a fleeting moment, she was almost intoxicated by his gentle smile.

Like a dream.

Even though it was late at night and a long time had passed, the two still strolled hand in hand through the bustling yet lonely city streets, their love as sweet as ever.

The sounds of blessings and envy from classmates and best friends still echoed in my ears.

"I really envy you two. After graduation, all the 'model couples' in our class either had breakups or quarrels, but your relationship remains as strong as ever!"

"Yes, yes, I believe in love again~"

"Listen to me, go for genetic matching. I guarantee that An Qianxi and Jiang Tang will be the perfect life partners!"

……

The girl reminisced and then smiled foolishly.

But after the laughter, my heart felt as if an ice scalpel had shattered and sliced ​​through the ice, sending up shards of snow and ice.

Fragmented.

As they parted at the end of the street corner, she tried her best to put on a nonchalant, stubborn expression, as if she didn't care and was unwilling to be looked down upon.

Turning around, she found herself facing a handsome and extraordinary young man, a sight she hadn't seen in a long time—her classmate and boyfriend, Jiang Tang.

Her gaze lingered on his white shirt, then she smiled calmly and said goodbye with a carefree air.

—"Thank you for being my rental boyfriend."

"Our relationship ends today with graduation. I've already transferred the money to your account. It's time to let go, isn't it?"

His voice was no longer gentle, but cold, yet when he said "let go," his voice trembled noticeably.

The boy's standard, exemplary smile vanished instantly, his gaze shifting from that of a tender, affectionate, heart-stealing puppy to that of a cold, indifferent star in the sky, gazing down upon the mortal ants with the icy chill of a god.

"Thank you."

He nodded and said, "It's just a routine matter."

Jiang Tang released the beauty's hand without hesitation, even shaking it as if... it had been stained with something dirty.

But he had acted so gently and perfectly just now, and for a whole year, he had stayed by An Qianxi's side as her boyfriend, fulfilling all the duties of a boyfriend, or even far exceeding them, becoming a well-known model boyfriend in the school.

An Qianxi thought she had disguised herself well enough.

That's good enough...

Pretending it was all just an act all along...

That was indeed the case at the beginning.

But Jiang Tang...you bastard!

Why do you have to act so perfect, so...loving yourself?

When did this charade begin to subtly develop into a hope that "fake it for real"?

But at this moment, with Jiang Tang's nonchalant flick of his wrist, An Qianxi's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand arrows, and her defenses crumbled instantly.

Or rather... she had no defenses at all; her guard against him had long since crumbled.

True damage is the most real kind of damage.

He was so angry that he laughed instead.

She stopped pretending and glared fiercely at Jiang Tang's indifferent eyes, like a little red-eyed fox that had been provoked.

While taking out his wallet, he grabbed dozens of red bills and wanted to throw them hard and humiliatingly at Jiang Tang's face.

Jiang Tang seemed to have foreseen that scene coming, and calmly closed his eyes.

Ke Anqianxi raised her hand, then let it fall limply to the ground.

How heavy can banknotes be? What pulled her down was that love that would never find its home again.

It kept falling into an abyss.

It plunges towards the Yellow Springs, onto the slope of Hira.

In the end, she could only helplessly, weakly, and inevitably despised by him, scatter her money like fallen flowers, just as the sunlight that once illuminated her youth would eventually set in the west.

"You love money, don't you? Take my money and get out!"

"I really don't know what kind of slut like you will end up with to spend your life with!"

"It's always just pretense, always focused on self-interest, always..."

A sudden wave of overwhelming grief choked me.

"……goodbye!"

She had no choice but to forcefully utter the last two words, biting her lip until it bled. Before her sobs could fully erupt, she feigned nonchalance, pretending that she had "dumped him," and turned to walk quickly toward the light silver luxury car parked on the roadside not far away.

Halfway there, I turned back.

Seeing him bend down, the very waist that should have been bowing and scraping before the powerful and wealthy, making me unable to be happy, silently picking up the scattered items on the ground—the necessities she had once been fortunate enough to receive in exchange for his tenderness.

How much money would it take to buy your true feelings for me? Tell me...

An Qianxi's tears flowed uncontrollably.

I don't know if it was for my own sake.

It's still for him.

Jiang Tang, I'm begging you...

Even if it was just for a moment, tell me, did you ever truly love me...?

She longed for Jiang Tang to look up at her from afar and notice that she was turning back for him.

She noticed the tears welling up in the corners of her eyes; they were for him.

But he didn't.

After picking up the money, Jiang Tang turned his back and walked alone into the shadows, into a deep and lonely place.

His loneliness is like Chopin's Nocturne, or the desolate "twilight descends upon the vast Chu sky" in Liu Yong's poem about the mournful cicadas in winter.

I long for someone who can enter my heart.

But An Qianxi knew all too well that the person could never be her.

Tears kept flowing, salty and bitter.

Goodbye, Jiang Tang.

Why is this part of my heart so gentle?

And yet, they were so resolute.

She wiped away her tears and walked towards the silver Mercedes that her family had provided for her to and from school, then opened the door and got in.

The driver started the engine and headed north.

The world in the rearview mirror, a farewell that grows ever more distant.

The street scene kept receding, collapsing in fragments outside the window.

She wouldn't see that at the street corner where they parted, Jiang Tang had already returned with flowers in his arms, but the car engine had already started.

How could he possibly catch up with that Mercedes in his life?

So he kept watching and gazing until the car disappeared into the distant city skyline.

self-mumbling.

"I even had to use your money to buy flowers, I'm so pathetic..."

"You're right. Someone like me, who would I be worthy of spending my life with?"

"Qianxi, this is the last time I'll call you that."

"Forget about me."

Ninety-nine roses in total, symbolizing everlasting love, fall one after another on the heart and on the street.

That's a real surprise.

How long has it been since I last shed a tear?

Jiang Tang looked up, letting his burning eyes cool, and gazed at the lonely starry sky.

Because I can see... my parents' smiles, and all the beautiful things that once happened.

Therefore, one must not shed tears in their presence.

An Qianxi, I wish you find the man who will make you happy for the rest of your life.

But he won't be me.

Jiang Tang closed his eyes, because you have to close your eyes when making a wish.

His smile was only so gentle when he was alone.

So gentle...it's heartbreaking.

He was once a modern-day Jia Baoyu, a man of jade halls and golden horses, and a youth who knew no sorrow.

But in the end, all that remained was a vast expanse of white, truly clean.