My Younger Boyfriend Is a Horse

The night I transmigrated into a tragic romance novel as its heroine, I turned around and sent the male lead to a psychiatric hospital.

In the hospital, he shouted himself hoarse: “I’m not sick! That woman transmigrated here! She can use witchcraft!”

Nestled in the arms of my attending doctor, I blinked innocently. “Doctor, look. His delusions are acting up again.”

Then, during the Spring Festival of the Year of the Horse, the hospital set off fireworks.

Amid the blazing lights overhead, a pair of fluffy white horse ears suddenly appeared on my doctor boyfriend’s head.

He froze and frantically covered his ears. “What if I told you these are the latest fashion in headbands... would you believe me?”

I silently took out my phone and opened my shopping cart. Inside were The Monster Clan Pet-Raising Guide and How to Keep Your Horse Demon Boyfriend in Human Form.

He fell silent.