After I Transmigrate into a Book, I Secretly Apply Medicine to the Villain Every Day

Wen Yumou transmigrates into a tragic romance novel as the wicked supporting actress, doomed to a miserable end.

The System tells her, “Follow the plot and let the villain kill you himself, and you can go home.”

So she diligently plays the wicked supporting actress: poisoning, framing, informing, sowing discord, and even whipping the male lead thirty times herself.

But every time she finishes tormenting him, she can't help sneaking in through the window in the middle of the night to secretly tend to the blood-soaked young man's wounds.

“This is the last time,” she mutters while bandaging him. “Tomorrow I'll let him run me through with his sword, then go home and eat hot pot.”

Then one day, the villain, who should have been unconscious, suddenly opens his eyes and grabs her wrist.

“You've been the one coming to treat my wounds every night for the past six months?”

Wen Yumou: “...What if I said I was just here to finish you off? Would you believe me?”

The man chuckles softly, his fingertips brushing the pulse in her wrist as a deep darkness churns in his eyes.

“Perfect. I've had enough of you, too.”

“Since you've come to me, don't even think about leaving.”

Wen Yumou: “??? That's not how the script goes!”