Weird Story About Rules: All My Thoughts Are Heard by the Villain

I transformed into the cannon fodder of the heartthrob in urban legends, destined to be coveted by all taboos. In order to survive, I was forced to take the green tea route and scroll through barrages in my mind like crazy every day to cheer myself up. "Hold still, hold on tight to your thickest thighs, I can win!" However, I didn't know that the protagonists of the extremely dangerous ghost stories all shared their thoughts. When I was thinking about how to use Mr. Palace Secretary, the eyes of the man behind me, who was as cold as a god, gradually darkened. When I was thinking about how to use the evil god as a shield, he pinched my waist and whispered in my ear: "So you 'like' me so much in your heart?"