Chapter 1 Time Loop

The sky and earth were dark blue, and the stars were sparse and the clouds were scattered.

Ye Wanlan could not control her body because it was occupied by an alien soul!

There were countless noisy sounds in her ears. She was thrown into the lake after her right finger bones were twisted. She woke up half an hour later.

"Miss Ye, you are awake." Standing at the head of the bed was Zhou Hechen's secretary. He smiled formally, "Your hand is broken, but the master does not allow you to receive treatment before admitting your mistake. You need to understand his painstaking efforts."

Ye Wanlan looked indifferent, and she slowly clenched her left hand.

After so long, the alien soul finally left, and she regained control of her body!

"Your expression is wrong again. Please always remember to exert force on both sides of your mouth and smile." The secretary said again, "When you smile, you will be more like Miss Yunyi, and you will be more pleasing to the master."

"There is one more thing. You need to put yourself in the right position. The master does not like people who are persistent and shameless. You-"

"Click!"

Ye Wanlan connected her finger bones.

The secretary's words stopped abruptly.

He looked at the girl in doubt, only to see her grab a coat and put it on her shoulders, then got up and went downstairs.

He was stunned for a second, and the secretary quickly caught up with him. He sighed: "Miss Ye, although you look like Miss Yunyi, you are not her after all. You have no privileges here with the gentleman. It will not be good for you to continue to make trouble. Haven't you suffered enough?"

Zhou Hechen could run from the northern hemisphere to the southern hemisphere to celebrate Sheng Yunyi's birthday and give up the negotiation meeting, but Ye Wanlan didn't have the qualifications.

Ye Wanlan was a little abnormal today, but the secretary didn't think much about it. He greeted the person who walked in at the door of the villa respectfully: "Mr. Qin, you are here."

Qin Xian was Zhou Hechen's childhood friend.

He raised his chin: "What's wrong with her?"

The secretary looked at him with pity: "Miss Ye is throwing a tantrum and running away from home."

He was already accustomed to this kind of method.

Two years ago, after Ye Wanlan followed Zhou Hechen, she had been submissive and humble. Occasionally, she would leave on her own initiative because of her self-esteem, but as long as Zhou Hechen said a word, she would still come back willingly, without any dignity.

Qin Xian bit his cigarette and smiled carelessly: "Throwing a tantrum?"

The whole Jiangcheng knew that Ye Wanlan was just a substitute for Sheng Yunyi.

Originally, she could continue to accompany Zhou Hechen as a substitute, but a month ago, the real Sheng Yunyi returned from studying abroad, and Ye Wanlan, the substitute, immediately lost its value, but she did not give up and continued to pester him.

But Ye Wanlan should never have attacked Sheng Yunyi, causing her right hand to almost break.

Sheng Yunyi is a top student and painter in their circle. Men and women all take her as an example and are everyone's white moonlight.

Qin Xian is no exception, and naturally he can't let Ye Wanlan, the culprit, go.

At midnight today, several brothers and sisters asked Ye Wanlan out in the name of Zhou Hechen, cut off her fingers, pushed her into the water, and avenged Sheng Yunyi.

Water drops were still dripping down the girl's hair. The evening breeze suddenly came, blowing her hair in disarray. After the hazy mist dispersed, she revealed her beautiful eyebrows and eyes, gorgeous and elegant.

The beautiful eyebrows and eyes were a bit cold and cold, like a thorny rose swaying in the cold wind, the cold fragrance mixed with murderous blood, making people's hearts tremble.

Her eyes swept lightly, as if the long-forgotten beauty had awakened and shaken the world.

The leaves fell silently, and there was silence for a moment.

Qin Xian paused, and for a moment he didn't know what words to use to describe such a face.

How could he think that a substitute was more beautiful than the original owner?

Ridiculous.

Qin Xian was upset and saw the girl stop and turn to walk towards him.

He raised his eyebrows, smiling in an unclear way: "Why, have you figured it out and come to apologize? I won't--"

"Crack!"

The sound of the bone breaking was very clear in the silent night.

Ye Wanlan said calmly: "Why is it broken?"

Before Qin Xian could react, his right hand was also grabbed, and there was another crack.

"This one is broken too."

The pain from his fingers to his heart made Qin Xian's legs go limp. He knelt on the ground, his body trembling constantly, and he couldn't even scream in pain.

His face was pale and he couldn't believe it.

Ye Wanlan stepped on his ankle again. After two crisp sounds, she smiled: "Why is it broken?"

The more intense pain surged like a wave, and Qin Xian couldn't bear it. His eyes went black and he fainted.

The girl strode away, her back like a knife.

The secretary was also stunned. After a long while, he contacted Zhou Hechen with trembling fingers: "Sir, something happened..."

**

Outside the villa, the smile on Ye Wanlan's lips disappeared.

She has a secret. Her body was crossed when she was about to turn fourteen.

In the past four years, Ye Wanlan watched the time-traveling girl turn her peaceful life into a mess.

The time-traveling girl wanted to be a model, so she gave up her studies and entered the fashion show circle.

The time-traveling girl liked Zhou Hechen and signed a body double agreement.

The time-traveling girl looked down on her uncle's family, making her shunned by her relatives and unable to return home.

In the end, the time-traveling girl didn't want to play anymore and left lightly to find a new life. She finally regained control of her body.

But before she could clean up the mess, she was trapped in the same day again, and reincarnated infinitely.

No matter what she did, she couldn't come to the next day.

She didn't have to consider any consequences when doing things, but she couldn't establish contact with others either.

Because after midnight, everything will be reset except her memory. She will return to midnight on May 18 and repeat the same beginning.

She has repeated this day for nine hundred and ninety-nine years.

From the initial irritability to calmness and then indifference, Ye Wanlan finally got used to it and began to use her infinite rebirth to enrich herself.

She traveled to every corner of Jiangcheng and the surrounding cities, remembering the big and small things that happened at every time point, and was proficient in countless skills and hundreds of languages.

Ninety years ago, she began to learn cultural relics restoration and Kunqu opera to cultivate her sentiments, so as to suppress her murderous nature, but her life was still boring and endless.

Ye Wanlan put on her helmet, rode away on her motorcycle, and executed her plan for the day.

Practicing calligraphy, martial arts, painting, singing opera...

The last song ended, and the sky was dark.

"Boom boom--"

Dark clouds gathered, the sound of thunder seemed to split the sky, lightning and neon lights intertwined into a sea, and rain and fog swallowed the night.

It was a bit cold.

Ye Wanlan gathered her coat and booked a hotel for the night.

After swiping the card to open the door, she paused.

The window was wide open, the wind rushed in, and there was an uninvited guest in the room.

That was a man.

He leaned on the bed, facing her sideways, with a perfect figure, smooth and flexible lines, and his back alone showed strength and beauty.

A few strands of hair were wet and stuck to both sides of his cheeks, and the veins on his slender and powerful arms were exposed, obviously enduring great torture.

Ye Wanlan stepped out and looked at the house number again: "This seems to be my room."

The man pursed his lips and spoke hoarsely: "Go, go!"

Ye Wanlan walked in and closed the door.

A lost stranger was very interesting to her boring life, and she cherished such time.

After all, she had crippled Qin Xian more than 300,000 times, and every bone of his had been broken by her, and there was no novelty anymore.

Ye Wanlan walked forward slowly, bent down, pinched the man's chin, and lifted his head.

It was a stunning face, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was inverted.

The moonlight dyed his eyebrows and eyes silver-white, he frowned tightly, his eyes were blurred, with a sense of brokenness and dangerous beauty.

Ye Wanlan raised her eyebrows slightly.

She had seen many people in Jiangcheng, but she had never seen this man.

"Bang!"

The man suddenly moved.

His eyes were still unclear, but his attacks were swift and deadly.

Ye Wanlan did not move his eyebrows, but also counterattacked at the same time, taking every move with ease.

"Bang!"

"Ding-ling-ling--"

The phone rang suddenly, and Ye Wanlan freed one hand to press the answer button.

The call started, and Zhou Hechen's cold voice came: "Ye Wanlan, playing hard to get is useless to me, come to the hospital in ten minutes."

Ye Wanlan did not respond, her attention was focused on the man who accidentally broke into her room.

He seemed to have exhausted his strength, stopped, and looked at her with wet eyes.

The man's pupils were dilated and his mind was unclear.

Ye Wanlan's hand had already grabbed his throat, imprisoning him on the bed, unable to move.

The man's eyelashes moved slightly, his face was pale, like cold porcelain, and he suddenly found an attack angle that she had never expected.

He raised his head slightly and kissed her lips.

To be precise, bit her.

Her lips were cold, but the moment they touched, it seemed like a wildfire had spread, and her breath was hot.

Ye Wanlan's lower lip was bitten by him and bled.

The blood seemed to calm him down. He gasped, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

The night was very quiet, and the man's broken breathing was very clear, like a feather drilling into the heart and jumping back and forth.

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

Three seconds later, Zhou Hechen asked coldly: "Ye Wanlan, what are you doing?"