My Family Has a Sleeping Handsome Guy
After entering Ke Yuandao’s consciousness, Le Yixian opened her eyes to find herself lying on a sprawling, endless bed that stretched as far as the eye could see—one that covered a hundred thousand square meters. The distance from the bedroom to the bathroom was so vast, you’d need to drive a sports car to get there. She now possessed a cascade of long, rainbow-colored hair and dined only on freshly flown-in flowers and mountain spring water, as if she’d been dropped into the world of a quintessential Mary Sue novel. Gazing at the delicate blossoms and the crystal-clear spring water, she had only one thought: she wanted to eat meat! PS: This is a lighthearted, playful story about a romance between an older woman and a younger man. The author wrote it with complete abandon.
My Family Has a Sleeping Handsome Guy
June 6th, 6666 AD, was a grand and auspicious day for the citizens of the Huaxia Nation. On this day, countless couples gathered to marry, hoping that such a rare and lucky date—six sixes in succession—would bring harmony and prosperity to their families.
Even though humanity had already ventured into outer space, the people of Huaxia still believed that only on fortunate days could things proceed smoothly. Ke Yuandao and Le Yixian were one of the many couples choosing this extraordinary day for their wedding.
Le Yixian, having finished her makeup and changed into her wedding attire, was discussing the evening look with her makeup artist when Li Yue, dressed in a bridesmaid’s gown, rushed in with a panicked expression. “Yixian, something’s happened!”
The lively wedding plunged into chaos.
Le Yixian didn’t even have time to change out of her white wedding dress before hurrying to the city hospital.
Outside the operating room, a terrifying red light flashed. The group of groomsmen pacing anxiously saw Le Yixian rushing down the corridor and hurried to meet her. “Sister-in-law!”
“How is he?” Le Yixian’s face was so pale it was frightening.
Ming Duxing, his hands stained with dark red blood, shook his head. “He’s still being resuscitated,” he paused, “A flowerpot suddenly fell from above and struck Yuandao’s head directly…”
At this point, he wiped his face with trembling force. “If only we had been more careful.”
“You can’t blame yourselves,” Le Yixian’s expression was vacant, her voice barely a whisper. “After all, disa
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