Yun Jian transmigrated into a book. When she opened her eyes amid the chaos, she found herself standing on the back of a thin young man.
The youth wore white, with raven-black hair. His clothes were disheveled and soaked in blood. His thick, raven-feather lashes hung low, and his misty blue eyes were like cold stars in the fog.
"..."
Yun Jian: Help, I'm doomed.
The great villain Yun An from the book had a pair of blue eyes!
Yun An was the adopted son of the former Demon Lord and the villain of the story. Though blessed with a handsome face, he was naturally cold and cruel. Bullied relentlessly since childhood, he had given his heart to only one person: the heroine.
And Yun Jian's current identity was his older sister, the current Demon Lord, and the person who had humiliated him the most!
Worse still, the System wouldn't let her break character.
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After that, the cannon-fodder Yun Jian followed the plot: she behaved viciously by day, bullying Yun An, then stood in front of a mirror at night and cried her eyes out.
"The System is so inhuman, boohoo! It insists I beat people up!"
"An elder scolded me today. He's a terrible person!"
"I ran into the male lead, who had infiltrated the demon palace today. He really is handsome."
"I whipped Yun An with a little leather whip again today. Honestly, he looked so alluring all battered and wounded! Boohoo, the plot has turned me into a terrible person..."
Behind another mirror,
Yun An, who had heard every word: "..."
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Many days passed, and Yun Jian finally reached the last plot point. She only had to capture the male lead and bring him back, consummate the relationship, and then she could return to her original world.
Yun Jian, no longer needing to live a double life, laughed triumphantly at the sky. "I'll go tie up the male lead right now!"
But halfway there, she was suddenly attacked by the righteous sects.
Yun Jian: That wasn't in the plot.
As everyone closed in on her, Yun An, who was supposed to kill her, descended from the sky instead.
The youth held a sword in one hand. His white clothes were stained red, his eyes bloodshot. Framed by the night sky and its stars, he walked toward her step by step.
His long sword drew a streak of blood. Yun Jian saw it and took off running.
A sudden chill brushed her ear. The bloodied blade pressed against her neck as Yun An wrapped one arm around her from behind. His scorching breath grazed her ear.
"Sister, you have no heart."
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Yun An had always been keenly aware of his own madness and bloodlust, but he was accustomed to wearing the mask of a kind and harmless person. Pain and oppression were the best remedies for helping him feel the world.
Until one day, a woman pressed her lips to his, desire in her eyes.
That woman complained and wept in front of his mirror night after night.
She wept over her helplessness, the elders' deception, and even her delight in him?
That day, a shameless thought suddenly crossed his mind: If only that soft, seductive voice would ring in his ear, from the Demon Lord's bed.
Once a delusion took root in his heart, it would never leave.
His desire surged like a raging tide.
Then someone told him that this fickle woman had someone else in her heart, and was even planning to snatch that person back to the No. 2 Palace!
That night, he no longer heard her crying. Instead, he heard her laugh with delight.
Fine. She cried over him, but could smile because of another man, could she?
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So, through countless nights that followed, the fragile youth finally brushed the snow from his shoulders and revealed the darkness in his bones.
On a translucent white throne, Yun An, dressed in red, held Yun Jian by the waist with one hand and gently stroked her lips with the other.
Desire filled his misty blue eyes.
His voice was possessive and obsessive. "Sister, who are you going to steal away?"
Theme: Fools are blessed with good fortune.
