The day I transmigrated into a romance reality show as the try-hard female side character, I immediately gave up and went to sleep, refusing to join the rat race.
To my surprise, every man in the world started chasing after me:
The aloof male lead asked me with reddened eyes why I’d stopped fawning over him. The sunny puppy-like guy chased me around calling, “Sis, give me a hug!” Even the gloomy villain cornered me against a wall and said, “Sis, if you keep ignoring me, I’ll buy the entire entertainment industry and give it to you.”
Wait, Mr. Villain, that’s not how this script is supposed to go, is it?
Weren’t you supposed to be ruthless and vicious?
