Tang Wuling: He's So Good to Me, Yet I Want to Turn Him into a Girl. I'm Practically Not Human

Lin An lowered his head and looked at her.

He looked at that face, seventy percent similar to Tang Wulin's, yet ten times sweeter.

He looked at those large, clear eyes like a stream, now brimming with expectation and unease as they gazed up at him.

The expression on his face shifted from shock to daze.

From daze to complexity.

In the end, it turned into a heavy sigh squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest.

He reached out and gave Tang Wuling a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Don't worry! Haji Lin—"

He abruptly stopped, his Adam's apple bobbing as he forcibly changed his words.

"Little Sister Wuling."

He looked into her eyes, speaking each word with solemn emphasis.

"I, Lin An, swear here and now! Even if I must scour heaven and hell, I'll definitely find a way to save your brother!"

His gaze was incomparably serious.

He would look into it later.

He had to find out which hospital had performed the surgery. He absolutely had to turn this chosen protagonist back and set him straight!

Otherwise, even if he successfully copied the Golden Dragon bloodline, he would never be able to live with himself.

Tang Wuling froze.

Mist rapidly gathered in her beautiful eyes, growing fuller and fuller as her eyelashes began to tremble lightly.

The tip of her nose turned a little red.

Then, without warning, two bean-sized tears rolled down her smooth cheeks and struck the ground, spreading into two small dark patches.

"Waaah..."

She wiped at her tears with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more they came, until she could no longer stop them and her whole face was a mess from crying.

Her shoulders shook as she sobbed without any regard for appearances, yet