Every Time, I Die in the Villain's Arms

[Super Sweet | One-on-One | Happy Ending | Both Leads Are Virgins]

[Adorable Fangirl × Tragic, Beautiful Villain]

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Jiang Ruan stayed up all night reading an old-fashioned tragic romance.

By the time the male lead had eliminated all his rivals, overcome every hardship, and joined hands with the female lead to unify the Central Plains, everyone else was flooding the comments, begging the author for sweet scenes. She was the only exception.

There was only one reason: she genuinely felt sorry for the tyrannical villain, who had lost his country and seen his land overrun by enemy troops on the eve of the ending, yet hadn't even furrowed his brow.

The villain was so brilliant he seemed almost supernatural, handsome and cold, and so abstinent that he made her squeal!

Feeling sorry for and cherishing this fictional character, she didn't hesitate to flood the comments with negative reviews and curses.

Then she transmigrated,

into the role of the cannon-fodder character who tormented him every day.

At the time, the tyrant was still a disgraced Crown Prince banished to the Cold Palace.

The villain had been a tiny little thing, like a bean, back then. When she tried to be nice to him, all he gave her was a gloomy look before coldly saying, "Get lost."

Jiang Ruan took it in stride and marveled that he really did fit his role as one of the main characters. He was only thirteen and already so cold. He had a bright future ahead of him.

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The first time, she drank the poisoned wine the Empress had given him and died in the villain's arms.

The second time, she exposed the assassin planted by his enemies, only for the assassin to shatter her heart meridians with a single palm strike. She died in the villain's arms again.

On her final trip back, Jiang Ruan looked at the wedding hall before her, then at the girl in a phoenix coronet and red wedding robes in the bronze mirror, utterly bewildered.

The villain before her lifted her bridal veil. His face was dark and gloomy, and he was no longer the tiny boy he'd been on her first trip back.

He pinned the petite girl onto the bed with ease, his hand resting on her slender waist. The villain leaned close to her ear, whispering the most terrifying words of love as their cheeks and temples brushed.

"If you dare die one more time, I'll have the whole world buried with you."

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Please note:

When she first transmigrates, she is thirteen. There is no romantic development or inappropriate influence at that point.

The whole novel is complete and not very long. It's just a short little story, written for fun and practice, so please go easy on me OvO

Coming soon: Temptation

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[One-on-One | Happy Ending | Both Leads Are Virgins | Pretend Relationship Turns Real]

Jiang Mian had a dream.

In it, for some reason she spent all day chasing the Fifth Prince, who had already fallen in love with her elder sister. In the end, she met a tragic fate.

When she woke up, she was right at the moment when she had thrown herself at the Fifth Prince, only for him to dodge and send her tumbling into a lake. Her elder sister was at her bedside, asking as if offhandedly whether she had someone she liked.

Jiang Mian: ...

She racked her brains, then thought of the young Lord Gu of the Lin'an Marquis's estate. He had fallen off his horse and injured his head, and was currently suffering from amnesia.

Amnesia. What a stroke of luck.

*

Gu Jingnian faked a fall from his horse and amnesia to conceal his abilities. That day, however, he heard a young woman sobbing and sniffling beside him. Her whining was terribly annoying.

"My darling Gu, boo-hoo, Mianmian missed you so much. If you died, I wouldn't go on living. In life we'd share one quilt, and in death we'd share one grave."

He couldn't help opening his eyes early.

The little pink dumpling met his gaze, eyes glistening with tears. She threw herself into his arms with such fervor that he was forced to hold her close. "My darling Gu, don't you remember? I'm Mianmian. We promised ourselves to each other. Don't you remember?"

Gu Jingnian gritted his teeth, a vein twitching at his temple.

Promised themselves to each other? Sharing a quilt in life and a grave in death? Her and him?

Only later did he learn that Jiang Mian had fallen into the lake and developed a fever before waking up, and her mind had been muddled by the fever. She'd mistaken her fantasies for reality.

With all that passion, she must have fallen madly in love with him in her imagination.

Gu Jingnian had lived for twenty years, and for the first time, he felt utterly absurd.

Later, as he listened to the little pink dumpling recount those "memories" to him, his gaze gradually darkened.

If they'd really shared those romantic moments, those late-night talks on the rooftop... perhaps it wouldn't be so bad?

*

Afraid her lie would be exposed, Jiang Mian put all her effort into acting as if she were desperately in love with him each day, while figuring out how to make a clean getaway.

She never expected him to "recover his memories early" and expose her lie right afterward.

That day, the candlelight in the bedroom was dim. Under its flickering glow, Gu Jingnian's expression was unreadable, and a trace of malice showed in his eyes, as if he could see right through her. His voice was so hoarse it barely sounded human.

"Third Miss Jiang, are you done acting?"

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