Transmigrated into the cannon fodder of the villain in the rebirth story

Chapter 159
Song Qiange didn't linger, jumped out of bed and was looking for some clues, but was attracted by the "Princess Reborn Mad Scum" on the table.

My brain seemed to be electrified, and suddenly I thought of something.

Things are definitely not simple.

She just felt the free fall movement. If she guessed correctly, she must have been thrown off the cliff by that uncle.

It's the same as the opening chapter of "Princess Reborn Scumbag".

Song Qiange suddenly had a bold guess—could she be Song Qiange herself?

She was originally from a book, and was thrown off a cliff by the uncle in the book. After her death, her soul traveled to the modern age.

She lost the memory in the book and thought she was a modern person.

It wasn't until she saw the book "Princess Rebirth of Mad Scum" that shaped herself that she returned to her hometown, back to the book?
She wanted to find some other evidence, but found that her thoughts were all about the book.

Silently walking to the desk, she swept the book with her right hand, but couldn't even raise a gust of wind.

Facing her transparent hand, in a daze, the cover suddenly turned into a huge hand, holding her body and stuffing it into the book.
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When Song Qiange woke up exhausted, she saw the haggard and anxious family members, and Qin Boyi standing in front of the bed, her eyes were red.

She opened her mouth, but her throat was dry and hoarse, like a 90-year-old lady.

Mrs. Jiang quickly brought some water and said, "You have had a high fever for two days and two nights, and your throat must be very dry. Drink some water first to moisten your throat."

Qin Boyi took the water and carefully fed Song Qiange bit by bit.

Song Qiange took a sip of water, and his eyes became much clearer.

Slowly rubbing the hands under the quilt, the softness of the satin slowly slipped across the palms.

Comfortable and very real.It was different from her transparent hand that couldn't even turn a book in her dream.

She should be back.

Qin Boyi brought the tea bowl to her mouth again, while Song Qiange raised his eyes and stared at Qin Boyi stupidly.

Seeing their eyes facing each other affectionately, the others left the room wisely.

Qin Boyi touched Song Qiange's forehead, and exhaled: "The fever is gone, is there any discomfort?"

Song Qiange remained silent, staring at Qin Boyi.

She was wondering if she could be Song Qiange himself.

She hasn't found any real evidence yet, but this time when she wakes up and sees Qin Boyi again, it seems that some long-suppressed emotion is about to rush out.

Qin Boyi didn't know what Song Qiange was thinking, but seeing the little girl looking at him so reluctantly, he couldn't help beaming with joy.

One couldn't hold back, lowered his head, and dropped a kiss on the little girl's pink and tender cheek.

The soft and delicate touch made Qin Boyi lose his mind for a moment, he pressed against the little girl's cheek, and even forgot to leave.

The unfamiliar touch brought Song Qiange, who was in a daze, back to his senses.

She instinctively shuddered and looked at the man holding her in front of her in horror.

Song Qiange felt that not only did he lose consciousness in his hands and feet, his heart beat faster, and even his brain couldn't function.

She turned over, pulled off the quilt, and covered herself tightly from head to tail, not even a strand of hair was exposed.

It's over, it's over, why did she lose her heart rhythm when she saw Qin Boyi.

Qin Boyi knew that the little girl was shy, so he lowered his head and laughed silly.

Although I was a little anxious, it was the only way to go.

Little girl, do you know that if it wasn't for the national funeral, we would have been in the same room by now.

But now after all, he can't have intercourse. Thinking of the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms just now, Qin Boyi's Adam's apple suddenly seemed to burn, and he was so dry that he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

(End of this chapter)