Jiujiu Yang's 16th Book

Only after Sheng Yi died did she learn that she was merely the vicious supporting female character in a book.

Even after being reborn, she still couldn't understand how someone as beautiful, wealthy, and well-endowed as her could be just a supporting character.

But she never expected that the boy she used to beat and scold at the drop of a hat would avenge her, nor that when she opened her eyes again, she would be back at nineteen.

This time, she was going to take back what belonged to her!

Her scumbag fiancé falls for someone else? Slap!

The innocent-looking heroine plays the victim to win sympathy? Slap!

But the boy who had been raised by wolves and served as her bodyguard for years knelt at her feet, reverently lifting her hand. His voice was aggrieved, his eyes rimmed with red.

“Why do you only hit them and not me?”

Sheng Yi: ...Oh no, I've run into a freak.

A Sui had no name. He was just a blade of wild grass.

Even so, someone had chosen him, and she had watched him with shining eyes.

Wolves usually have only one mate in their lives. He knew he had found his.

She hit and scolded him? No, that was Sheng Yi's special way of treating him. He was the only one she could vent her feelings on.

Why else would she hit only him and not anyone else?

But why? Why had she suddenly stopped hitting him?

Was he no longer special?

A Sui didn't understand. He couldn't make sense of it.

Not until the girl's lips touched his cheek. He had never imagined they could be so soft, nor that excitement could make his head spin.

At last, he understood. This was what it meant to like someone. This was what it meant to be special.