Quick Transmigration: Male God Please Spoil Lighter

A thunder flashed by, and He Qinghuan suddenly opened his eyes.

There were some broken images flashing in her mind, some of that person was holding her covered in blood, and some of her raising her hand to touch his face.

At the end, the picture freezes at the moment when his eyes are red and weeping.

He Qinghuan looked at the ceiling blankly, without any strength on his body.

In the next moment, a tall black shadow came and hugged her with that familiar breath.

He Qinghuan moved his fingers, a pale smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.

Is it a dream? If it is a dream, let her take it seriously.

She took the initiative to cling to his neck, catering to him with all her strength.

A heavy gasp sounded in He Qinghuan's ears, and her body shuddered involuntarily.

The scorching temperature pressed her skin tightly, so familiar, so addictive...

After tossing all night, when He Qinghuan woke up again, it was already the next morning. She opened her eyes and looked at the familiar room with her mouth wide open.

How could... No, how could it be possible?

She rushed to the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror, her face was full of disbelief.

This...what is going on?

The person in the mirror has a small face like a mirror. His long eyelashes tremble and tremble, and his lips are slightly open. Coupled with the ambiguous traces left on his body, people can't help but look forward to it. .

Fortunately, she is the only one in the bathroom now. She has enough time to calm down and sort out what is happening now.

The person in the mirror is her, but not her.

This face was too young and immature, not like her at all, but she knew clearly that this was her body.

So she is...reborn?

He Qinghuan took a deep breath. She burned her brain when she was very young. Since then, she has been slower than others in doing things.

Because of this, she has received too many unfair treatments, which also led to her ability to accept things better than ordinary people.

He Qinghuan returned to the bedroom, barely found her own clothes and put them on and sat on the bed like that.

She was born again, but when will it be born again? That man last night, could it be him?

If it is really him, how should she face him in this life?

He Qinghuan lowered his head, and countless thoughts flashed in his mind.

At this moment, she heard the sound of an unfamiliar machine.

"Hello host, I am the second person in the rebirth system. Welcome to the eighteen-year-old time and space."

He Qinghuan swallowed her saliva. She found that she didn't understand the meaning of this voice.

"You...can you make it clearer?" He Qinghuan said slowly.

Xiao Er was silent for a while, and then said: "In short, I let the host rebirth you to the age of eighteen."

He Qinghuan:...

So, isn't all this a dream?

"Oh." He Qinghuan replied boredly.

"Oh? Oh, it's over? Host, aren't you excited!" Xiao Er asked curiously, how lucky it is to be reborn.

He Qinghuan shook his head slowly and said, "There is nothing to be excited about."

To be born again means to experience the things experienced in the previous life.

He Qinghuan pursed her lips and clenched her fists. She didn't want to go through it a second time. There was no need to go through those things a second time.