Su Muran woke up to discover that she had transmigrated, with a handsome man sleeping beside her.
Broad shoulders, a slim waist, and a great figure.
Based on the room's decor, she searched her memories and concluded that she had transmigrated into a book. The man beside her was the supporting male character, her fiancé, whom she was about to dump just as his family fell into ruin.
Of course, he eventually got back on his feet, while her own ending was naturally pretty grim.
So she climbed out of bed with trembling legs, ready to make a run for it, only to be caught on the spot.
"Wife? Where are you going?"
Lu Mingjue, still bleary-eyed, wrapped his arms around her waist and said this.
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Lu Mingjue realized that his wife had started writing little stories in her head again.
He'd already played along with her through the revenge-after-a-breakup, the white moonlight, the tortured romance, and countless other plots. How had she still not run out of material?
Su Muran: Sorry, I'm not your wife.
Lu Mingjue: Got it. This time it's an amnesia story.
Well, now he had plenty of room to show off.
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One day, Lu Mingjue lay in bed with a children's fever patch stuck ostentatiously to his forehead. "Wife..."
Su Muran glared at him, holding a cup of water. "Take your medicine."
The man blinked his dewy eyes, his voice full of grievance. "You forgot? You used to feed it to me."
Su Muran took a deep breath and shoved the cup to her cheap husband's lips. "There. Happy?"
Lu Mingjue's beautifully shaped lips were chapped from dryness, and his exquisite, handsome face was flushed. "...You're supposed to use your mouth."
Theme: Love can be forgiving of anything
