Tabitha Gonmei
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Tabitha Gonmei's Book and Story
I abducted the hero
Modern
Rong Xuan woke up and became the cannon fodder villain who acted extreme in the novel and ended up tragically. As soon as she walked through, she was on the scene of Shiji's engagement. The original owner tried to escape from marriage, discrediting the male owner everywhere, and may face disaster any time.
Rong Xuan's hands spread out: What's the matter with you, anyway, sooner or later the male lead will meet the female lead, she was just cannon fodder. Rong Xuan waited to break up, but then, one month, two months, three months passed. What about the dissolution of the marriage contract?!
Later the hero saw that Rong Xuan was gentle with others, but he was indifferent to herself. He was going crazy with jealousy, even his eyes were red.
Rong Xuan: I don't like you Gu Ye.
Male lead: No, you like me.
Rong Xuan: When will the marriage contract be terminated?
Male lead: Don't even think about it. When you can lift me, then count that as me losing.
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