How a Villain Should Properly Claim the Protagonist

Blurb Yingxin transmigrated into a book, becoming the witch clan’s young master, a minor villain for one stage of the story and the final villain as well: the protagonist’s senior brother. One person in two roles. That lousy System sure knows how to cut costs. As the minor villain, his task was to kidnap and humiliate the protagonist, Xie Lianzhu, bringing the heaven-blessed prodigy low and becoming the shadow of his whole life, before finally dying by his sword. Looking at the very appealing Xie Lianzhu in front of him, Yingxin lightly bit his tongue, interest filling his eyes. The System had only said to humiliate him, not how. Xie Lianzhu was covered in blood, his eyes filled with resentment and seething hatred. That expression paired with such a face was the perfect aphrodisiac. Yingxin took Xie Lianzhu by the chin and blew a breath into his eyes with a smile, turning him into his lowest-ranked male concubine. On the day this identity was supposed to leave the story, Yingxin deliberately left an opening. Xie Lianzhu’s sword pierced his chest, and Yingxin smiled as he smeared the blood from the corner of his lips across Xie Lianzhu’s cold lips. “Remember what I look like. Don’t forget me for the rest of your life, Xie Lianzhu.” Xie Lianzhu’s icy eyes trembled, and the hatred in them suddenly crumbled. * There was one person Xie Lianzhu hated most in this life. That man had broken his pride and shattered his true self. Even dead, he still wouldn’t let Xie Lianzhu rest in peace. He hated him. Hated him to death. In the third year after that man died, the senior brother he had never met emerged from seclusion. He looked seven or eight parts like that man. The senior brother was gentle and courteous, always asking after him and caring for him. He was so kind that he seemed nothing like that man. Xie Lianzhu thought with disgust: It’s just a coincidence. That man was so despicable, and even in death, he vanished without a trace. He didn’t want to see that face again, so he began going down the mountain to exorcise evil spirits again and again. One day, Xie Lianzhu received an emergency warning from the sect and hurried back. All he found was blood everywhere and his senior brother standing on the steps, looking down at him with a sword in hand. The butterfly-shaped mark at the corner of the other man’s eye shone brightly. He stared at that face, suddenly trembling all over. His fingers touched the red cord hidden beneath his sleeve, the one that man had tied around his wrist himself that year. The other man’s sword passed through his chest, but Xie Lianzhu felt no pain. His tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth as excitement surged to his head. He wiped away the bead of blood beneath the other man’s eye and, heedless of his own life, pulled him into his arms, lowering his head to crush his lips in a frenzied kiss. “I didn’t forget.” From the highest heaven to the depths of the underworld, if you’ve entangled yourself with him, you’ll follow him in life and be bound to his soul in death. 1. You’ve probably figured it out: the love interest really does hate him! That’s the key point. 2. Updates around ten every night. I’ll let you know if anything comes up. 3. One true pairing. I changed the title. It used to be called He Can’t Stop Thinking About Me. If it gets locked, don’t worry. I’ll do my best to get it unlocked. Please check out my next book, After Entering the Unspoken Dream of My Nemesis An Baijia transmigrated into a political intrigue novel as a disposable little emperor. The little emperor had planned to assassinate the protagonist, Yin Xun, only to be sent off with a cup of poisoned wine. By the time An Baijia arrived, the little emperor had already done everything he did in the original story. There was nothing he could do except wait to die. On the first day of waiting to die, An Baijia saw five-year-old Yin Xun in a dream. At the time, Yin Xun was hungry, poorly clothed, covered in wounds, and both wary and pitiful. An Baijia’s heart softened. It took getting his hands scratched up before the little wolf cub believed he meant no harm. For several days in a row, he waited to die in the palace by day and appeared beside Yin Xun at night, keeping him company as he grew from a little boy into a teenager. He stayed with Yin Xun until the day he was supposed to die. The night before, he planned to say goodbye, but Yin Xun was caught in an erotic dream and pulled him into bed as soon as he opened his eyes. ! He was going to die the very next day! Why did he have to help the protagonist with something like this before he died? Overcome by desire, Yin Xun kissed him. “I’ll do anything you ask. Please, don’t leave.” An Baijia’s will to survive flickered back to life. “...Then can you spare the little emperor?” “...All right.” - Lately, Yin Xun had been dreaming every night, reliving all the key moments when he had narrowly survived throughout his life. But unlike his memories, someone else appeared in these dreams. That person stayed by his side through the hardest days. When he woke up, the old injuries and ailments he’d suffered for years had all miraculously healed. But once he woke from the dreams, he couldn’t remember what the person looked like, no matter how hard he tried. The next time he dreamed, he caught hold of that person. This time, he felt every inch of him, not just his face. As they lay entwined, he asked what the person wanted. The answer was that the little emperor had to live. When he woke, he looked at the little emperor in the palace. The man was utterly useless. That person’s only request had been for this useless man! Would that person come to him in his dreams only if the little emperor were in mortal danger? Theme: Love rises on the wind