The_Sweet_Dumpling

#dotingmalelead #infrastructure #RPG #OPMc

(Caution: Don't read while you're drinking. Author is not responsible for choking incident due to excessive happiness. XD Just sharing good vibes. If you're down and feeling sad, read my novel!) 

Li Chunhua never expected she would be transported in another world after she was reading an odd book she found in the Sect's Library.

By the time she opened her eyes, her mind was instilled with memories of another girl whose appearance and name resembled hers. She actually became the vicious cannon fodder in that male lead angst novel she read. 

Faced with the future of miserable death, Chunhua decided to stay away from the male lead and the supporting characters and decided to live low-key. 

Thanks to her koi physique her road to a comfortable life was smooth sailing. When others are still starving by the lack of food, Chunhua had already started farming and rearing live stocks. When others are still without a proper shelter, she was already building roads.

Although she was only eating her terrible cooking, her life was already good!

[Congratulations for upgrading your thatched cottage to Level 1 log cabin.]

[Congratulations for upgrading your Level 1 log cabin to Level 2 stone house.]

[Congratulations...]

Everything was was going well until she picked up an unconscious man covered in dirt in the forest. She always believe in karmic conditioning and therefore took care of him until he was back on his feet.

Until one day, he told her his true name.

Li Chunhua was dumbfounded. 

No way, the man I saved was actually the male lead! Is it too late to throw him back to the forest again?

A certain someone's expression darkened and threw her on the bed. "You dare!"

The Cannon Fodder in the Global Apocalypse Game lives a leisurely life

The layer of worry slowly peeled off Haoran's eyes and replaced with a distinct gleam. Its rims tinged soft layer of red, coming from the red moonlight dappling on them.

Though his facial expression was less expressive, Haoran's heart was stirred by her words, that his mind had regarded the girl's words as a sort of confession, a reciprocation of his feelings.

He was unsure if his ears were playing tricks. The only thing he could do was tightened his hug on her, stroking both of delicate and silky hands, like he was soothing his own anxious heart, waiting for those captivating words to spring out of her mouth again.

He lifted his head of the girl's shoulder when he felt her neck moved. A tiny anticipation budded in him.

Thankfully, it was not only his mind painting delusions.

Confession (2)