Chapter 2

I transmigrated into a world where all the things below my neck are indescribable {n} , and became this world’s shou protagonist.

{can’t be seen}

Every day I must wake in up in the middle of this 40000 square meters big bed. I laugh, get off and if I am lucky, I land on the slippers. But usually, I don’t.

This world has 100 gong, responding accordingly to my calls. However, in the end, they turned out to be the same person.

I really couldn’t have expected that, 100 suitors were the splinters of one person solely.

I sighed again.

A question arose.

Since in this world I couldn’t look below the neck, then how could I understand the difference between top and bottom?

Perhaps, this world was about 100 ‘Wives’ and Me?