Mu Jiao died suddenly.
After working overtime for three consecutive days, she leaned over the sentence "The first version is better, but it doesn't feel right, so adjust it again." Her heart skipped a beat - and then she entered the yandere novel she had read.
Became the canary imprisoned by the dank male protagonist.
According to the original plot, she should be frightened, collapse, and shed tears, and stage an unprecedented sadomasochistic love affair with the male protagonist in which you run away and I chase you, you go crazy and I cry.
But Mu Jiao looked at this room with no windows, no sunlight, and too high pillows, and turned over decisively.
"Give me another room facing south."
"Change the pillow to a shorter one."
"I want a cell phone."
"Pretend Douyin for me."
——Completely ignoring the pale and gloomy man beside the bed, who had spent three months secretly observing her and licking her inch by inch with moist eyes.
Ignore his dank monologues, don't answer his morbid love words, don't cooperate with any suffocating pulls. He eats, drinks, sleeps well, watches TV shows and novels every day, turning his imprisonment into a paid recuperation.
The male protagonist is on the verge of collapse every day: Why doesn't she follow the script?
——And Mu Jiao just wanted to say: Wasn't it enough to be a cow and a horse in the previous life? Never let me roll for another second in this life.
