I Can Enter The Game - Chapter 1639 - The rice cooker technology (2)

When she agrees to help her friend out in a blind date, she never imagined it would lead her to the one man she'd hoped never to encounter again—her child's father.Her first instinct? Run. But life has other plans, and she finds herself inescapably drawn back into his orbit as his company's legal advisor.Just as she's poised to resign, escaping the tangled web of personal and professional ties, she's cornered in his office by the man who is as relentless in business as he is in pursuit of her heart.In a game of cat and mouse, she is faced with a choice: succumb to the undeniable chemistry that still sizzles between them or risk it all to maintain the distance she's fought so hard to keep.

Lu You is a blind man, but because of an earthquake, he traveled to the planet Osius three thousand years later.
The people on this planet are human beings. After the destruction of the earth, human beings migrated to the Fire vein galaxy,
In order to better adapt to the environment, human beings have been fused with adult and animal genes.
Females are all extinct because they cannot adapt to the alien environment.
The only ones left are the animal-shaped orcs who can transform, and the sub-orcs with reproductive functions.

Avoid thunderstorms:

This article insists on 1v1, no change of attack, no uncleanness.
In the future interstellar, there are armors, cute things, steamed stuffed buns, golden fingers, and bloody sprinkling from time to time.
ps: Future Interstellar, the full text is the author YY, a hodgepodge that cannot stand the test.

Content Tags: Romance of the Times, special liking, fantasy space, distant starry sky

Search keywords: Protagonist: Lu You, Gnarris ┃ Supporting roles: Ilter, Essolt, etc. ┃ Others: orc, future, interstellar, warm, future, steamed stuffed bun

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When Coach Ethan saw Emma for the first time, he was attracted by her. It was a girl's breath. Emma is very stupid in learning to drive, but Ethan is very patient and let Emma sit on the coach to practice driving. This kind of close-up...