MTL - The Peasant Girl’s Splendid Manor - Chapter 1102 Beware, kidney deficiency

Jiang Shuyi is done.
Dahuo A cried uncontrollably, and threatened to hate his Omega advisor Wen Yao to death.
In order to relieve his worries, Jiang Shuyi got so drunk that he opened his eyes and went back to 18 years ago!
After Jiang Shuyi transmigrated into the second-generation ancestor who was a professor in high school, 18-year-old Wen Yao fell into Jiang Shuyi’s arms.
At this moment, Wen Yao just differentiated into Omega
Rose-flavored pheromones filled the entire space.
Jiang Shuyi panicked: It’s impossible for me to tag her…
Afterwards, Jiang Shuyi knelt down in front of Wen Yao in shame.
“Teacher, Wen Yao, I will take responsibility for you!”
“No need.”
Wen Yao turned around in a distant manner, and disappeared from her field of vision neatly.
Jiang Shuyi: This woman is really indifferent.
But later, Jiang Shuyi discovered:
When Wen Yao is in heat, he always likes to hug her and not let go.
Wen Yao would secretly hide her clothes and sleep with her at night.
Wen Yao only has her phone number in her phone.
Jiang Shuyi: Huh? I have reasonable doubts…
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Jiang Shuyi, the second ancestor of Chengbei High School, has not been quite right recently.
He stopped fighting, climbed over walls, and skipped classes, and his grades jumped to the second place in his grade.
And tons of Omegas confessing to her.
When the school beauty Jiang Shuyi once chased confessed to her, everyone thought it was safe.
As a result, that night, someone saw Wen Yao, the first in the third grade, in the laboratory, pushing her down on the table.
“Jiang Shuyi, do you want to accept that Omega?” Wen Yao asked coldly.
But the mechanical pencil in her hand was on Alpha’s carotid artery.
Jiang Shuyi immediately sat up and kissed the tears streaming down Wen Yao’s face. Frightened, she moved her neck away.
“Teacher, professor! I only have you!”
“What did you call me?”
“Baby!” Jiang Shuyi hurriedly changed his words nervously, “Baby! I only have you!”

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Jiang Shuyi X Wen Yao
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1. There are private settings
2. Protagonist A is a young art genius, and protagonist O is a medical professor
3. No second set of organs
4. Protagonist A has social arrogance
5. The original age difference is 12, now the same age
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