I woke up as a concubine, a tool brought in to bring good fortune to the tyrant.
System: Make the tyrant's heart flutter by 1 point every day, or die!
Me: ...Is the tyrant trying to kill me again today?
Tyrant (scowling): Shut up and come rub my legs.
(From "fighting to survive every day" to "seeking his favor every day," who is the real doting husband?)
Theme: True love can melt cold, obsessive hearts, and those who save each other can find their happy ending
