(Third person in the text)
Wayward Little Rose x Gentle God
I am a vain-minded, vicious and useless female supporting character.
Maintaining a good character is my biggest task.
The male protagonist is my childhood sweetheart and a god who was imprisoned by the Holy See and cut into pieces. He awakened his memory.
Logically speaking, he should be a dark ghost bent on revenge now, but he is so gentle that people feel ashamed to look at him.
I made a lot of unreasonable demands to him, and he seemed to indulge me to the point where there was no bottom line.
Until I pressed him on the bed and wanted to kiss him, he stopped me, his expression was still so gentle and helpless: This is not allowed.
Of course, after all, the male protagonist must be clean, at least for the first time, it must be the female protagonist's.
Because I am jealous of the heroine.
I always speculated on her from the most malicious angle, doubted their relationship, and from time to time made some extremely unreasonable actions.
I never remember what I promised, I just make the same mistakes over and over again.
Then when the matter was revealed, I cried hysterically to the male protagonist, my love for him, my jealousy, my possession...
The male protagonist will gradually become disappointed and even disgusted with me during this process.
However, all my plots are over, and the male protagonist next to me is still thinking about how to comb my beautiful hair tomorrow.
I told him that I hated him and I wanted to leave him forever.
But he only thought I was angry.
He arrogantly felt that I would never leave him, that I was a dodder flower that depended on him.
Although I really want to tear off his gentle mask and watch him go crazy.
But the mission is over and it's time for me to leave.
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A few months later, I was forcibly recalled by the system.
The corpse opened its eyes, and the gentle god closed his eyes, kissing me almost pathologically...
But I've been dead for a long time, right? ? ?
#The first thing you notice at first glance is not his favorability, but his golden hair
#I am so bad, he loves me so much
Intention: to be added