You Treated Me Like a Plaything. Why Are You Crying Now That I'm Gone?

A delicate Southern girl and a strapping, fearless Northern guy transmigrate into a book!

The two wake up in the same bed and mistake each other for husband and wife.

And so...

To keep her ancient husband from suspecting her identity, she hefts a giant iron hammer and diligently maintains the original owner's image as a wild, ferocious shrew.

To avoid frightening his ancient wife, the iron-blooded man starts dabbing at his face with a handkerchief, putting on the original owner's persona as a frail, helpless weakling, and even insists on coughing up blood every day.

Day by day, life goes along rather nicely...

The male lead just has to run his mouth and tempt fate: "She's just a plaything I can summon and dismiss as I please."

Heartbroken, she thinks, "I knew it! Paper people are all cold-blooded monsters without feelings. You can't tame them!"

In a fit of anger, she packed her bags and left!

The male lead grabbed her leg, bawling and begging her not to leave him.

If being nice won't work, then he'll try force!

"I'm no frail, sickly little man. I've got strength and tricks to spare!"

As their feelings for each other grew stronger, each grieved over the thought that the other was just a paper person, a cannon-fodder character who could die at any moment.

Her: Where did the hand grenade come from?

Him: I dug it up in the potato field. Hey... wait, how do you know what a hand grenade is called??