After staying up all night reading a melodramatic historical romance, Shen Yan opened his eyes to find himself in the book as the doomed cannon-fodder villain: the poor wretch who gets thrown into the dungeon and ground to dust by the unhinged big shot Xie Yanci.
Looking at Xie Yanci’s wounded shoulder and icy eyes, Shen Yan’s legs nearly gave out. This isn’t a villain, it’s the Grim Reaper himself!
To stay alive, he has no choice but to try “reverse wooing.” When he tosses over medicine, he insists, “I just can’t stand having you around.” When he steps in to shield Xie Yanci from trouble, he insists, “Don’t bring your mess onto my turf.” Even when they have to share a bed, he insists, “I’m only doing this because I’m cold.”
But the unhinged big shot’s gaze grows more and more unsettling. He clutches the medicine Shen Yan gave him until his fingertips turn red. He stares at the faint marks on Shen Yan’s neck, obsession nearly spilling from his eyes. He even asks softly before a wintersweet memorial, “Young Master Shen, you said people become flowers after they die. Could I become the one growing beneath your window?”
Shen Yan panics. I only wanted to placate the villain and save my own skin. How did I end up placating myself into becoming his “possession”?
