After an air disaster, she inexplicably transmigrates into a fantasy novel and runs straight into an all-powerful, wicked Big Bad from the start. He even calls her ugly and deformed. Unforgivable! But why is the Big Bad’s true form a grumpy-faced British Shorthair? She really wants to give him a good rub. What’s a girl to do?
Later, she discovers that she’s the one being petted. Not only has she, a renowned doctor, become the island’s physician, she’s also become the Big Bad’s personal pet. Why did she have to tempt fate by claiming she could tell stories and sing? Boo-hoo, she wants to cut out her own tongue.
The king looks utterly confused. “What are you fretting about? Isn’t being my pet a good thing?”
“No,” she mutters under her breath. “You’re the pet, obviously.”
“What did you say?”
“I said I’d sing you a song wishing Your Majesty ten thousand years of life!”
The king pulls her into his arms. “No singing today. I have something else in mind...”
There are so many typos that I feel dizzy.