Shen Yan, a 28-year-old orthopedic surgeon, stays up late reading a novel and transmigrates into a book, becoming a 15-year-old cannon-fodder female character.
The original character has just been shot off a cliff by her fiancé. When Shen Yan opens her eyes, she's hanging from a dead tree. A 14-year-old boy pulls her to safety. She calmly checks herself: “Three broken ribs, dislocated shoulder blade. Not fatal.”
Later, she discovers that the boy is Wan Zixin, the future grand secretary from the original novel.
Later still, she discovers that her golden finger is an “emotional energy dimension.” Once she gathers enough energy, she can go home.
Shen Yan looks at the young grand secretary, who blushes whenever she flirts with him, and falls into deep thought:
This kid is only 14... I can't make a move on him... But I need to get home...
Forget it. I'll just flirt for now. There's no rush.
Shen Yan seemed dissatisfied that he was so far away, so she raised her other hand and weakly hugged his arm. She raised her head slightly. Under the moonlight, her cheeks were flushed with an intoxicating blush, and the ends of her eyes were dyed with a hint of crimson. Her usually cold and cunning eyes were now as moist as a pool of spring water, reflecting the panicked face of the young man. "Don't go..." She murmured. These three words seemed to have magic power, instantly defeating all Wan Zizhen's rational defenses. Not only did he not retreat, but because of her pulling, his body sank a little further, and his chest almost touched the back of her hand. Shen Yan's eyes fell on his face, slowly sliding from his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and finally settled on his lips. Her gaze was so focused, with an obsession with examining works of art, that Wan Zizhen felt a shudder. "You're so beautiful..." She sighed again, her voice as soft as a sigh. The next second, she suddenly stretched out her hand, put her palm on the back of his neck, and pulled him down with irresistible force. Their foreheads touched each other, and their breathing suddenly became out of rhythm. Wan Zizhen closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently. He could smell the faint scent of medicine mixed with alcohol on her body, and that scent invaded his senses domineeringly. Shen Yan raised her head slightly, and her soft lips pressed precisely on his lips. At that moment, Wan Zizhen's mind went blank.
Should you tell someone you have a crush on someone?