My best friend and I transmigrated into a book as the real and fake heiresses.
She became the fake heiress, a stand-in for the domineering CEO's fake young master's beloved, and kept up her sweet, naive persona.
I became the real heiress and imitated the sickly, obsessive real young master's beloved, clutching my chest like Xi Shi and looking too frail to withstand the slightest breeze.
The two young masters fought fiercely, while we, unable to return to the real world after failing our missions, decided to fake our deaths in the world of the original book.
I asked her, "I'm planning to drown. What about you?"
"Then I'll get struck by lightning."
After we both faked our deaths, we spent every night partying, each with a male model in our arms.
Unexpectedly, the CEO showed up with a large group of brawny men and stormed the place. "You're playing with fire."
I punched one brawny man after another, having the time of my life.
But the obsessive guy grabbed me by the arm. "Are you going to guard LeBron next season?"
