I transmigrated into the heroine of an angsty novel, and from the start the hero was going to force me into marriage.
Looking at the icy prince before me, I tossed the System straight into the recycling bin.
Then I turned around and found the hero ten concubines, all from prominent families, and made him consummate his marriage with them every single day.
At last, he pinned me to the bed, eyes red: “Princess, you’re the only one I want.”
I stared in terror at the concubines in the corner, all weeping their eyes out.
“No, no, no! Your Highness, you have to share your affections equally!”
