As a pitiful man reborn, I finally managed to flirt my way into the heart of the person I'd loved since college in my previous life. After all that trouble, we slept together for two years, then his first love came back. Fine. After he returned, I went and got myself killed by acting like a spoiled brat as usual. In the blink of an eye, I was back before I'd even met his first love. Heaven had given me a chance to win him over and avoid getting shot dead by the scum seme. I fall to my knees in gratitude. This time, I'll cling to his first love's coattails and give him whatever he wants. I'll face every danger myself: shielding him from scalding coffee, taking his place as a hostage, blocking wine and knives, and so on. I only ask that he doesn't make himself the main person trying to kill me in the end. What nonsense, that life is precious and love is worth more. Isn't being alive great!!!!!
Theme: Being a brat won't get you killed, but the seme will
It's well written, but I always feel like I'm looking at flowers in the fog. I hope the truth will be revealed later (if I understand correctly)