After I Die, I Will Play the Role of a Little White Flower, but the Regent Will Act Every Night

After my death, I was bound to the role-playing system. After I was transformed into a degenerate, I had to pretend to be weak in front of the violent regent every day. Little did I know that he would whisper with red eyes every night after I fell asleep: "Sister-in-law, have you had enough acting?"