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He Shu had transmigrated into a book. She was now a domineering CEO with some very specific tastes. At the moment of arrival, her arms were wrapped tightly around the story’s so-called “pure little flower,” whom she had just forcibly acquired.
The flower’s real name? Cen Qianyi. The book’s top-ranked, most wanted assassin, notorious for her brutality. In the original story, she nearly wiped out the entire protagonist crew.
After reading how miserably she was fated to die, He Shu trembled, practically ready to slap those handcuffs on herself and beg for leniency.
But just as she moved, a blaring alarm rang through her head.
The system had come online.
Forced to follow the plot, He Shu looked at the villainess who was slowly waking up. Her eyes were still cold and dangerous. Tears began to stream down He Shu’s face.
“Don’t think your illness will save you. I won’t let you go. Boohoo… Stay with me. Be my plaything. Otherwise, boohoo… I have ways of making you regret it.”
The freshly conscious villainess: …?
What kind of lunatic could say something so threatening while sobbing like she was begging for her life?
Every time the system forced He Shu to follow the storyline, she had to sob her way through it, trembling like a leaf.
She cried while cooperating.
If she couldn’t escape, then the only choice was to get through the scenes as fast as possible and make a run for it.
The plot kept escalating.
By the time she was told to whip the villainess, He Shu’s hands were sweating as much as her face was crying. She only managed one slap before the little whip was snatched away.
Terrified and weeping, she still had to deliver her line.
“Boohoo… There are two more…”
Cen Qianyi slapped herself twice, tossed the whip back, and said coldly,
“Cry again, and I’ll beat you to death.”
Hearing the system’s plot completed notification, He Shu instantly stopped crying.
As the villainess gradually dropped the delicate act, He Shu knew her days were numbered.
As soon as the story arc finished, she ran for her life. Not a second wasted. She still didn’t want to die.
But it didn’t take long for Cen Qianyi to corner her in the basement she’d rented.
Her identity now exposed, Cen Qianyi no longer played the helpless flower. She tore a corner off her once-pristine white dress and calmly wiped the blood off her hands.
“What’s there to be afraid of? Didn’t you say I was your plaything?”
He Shu dropped to her knees with a thud.
Cen Qianyi chuckled softly, knelt down in front of her, and pulled the sash from He Shu’s sleepwear.
Wrapping it slowly around her own wrists, she bound them snugly. Then she smiled and held them out.
“Go ahead. What game are we playing today?”
The bounty hunter rankings refreshed every three years. For three cycles running, the killer known as “Yi” had dominated the list.
But this year, her name didn’t even show up.
Just when the world assumed someone had finally taken her out, she went and published a protection listing.
A killer not killing anymore? Switching careers to be a bodyguard?
Who was this “He” person that could afford her services?
Forums exploded with speculation.
He Shu looked down at her “personal” bodyguard and planted a soft kiss on her lips.
“It’s not that I’m rich. I just know how to play.”
Still dazed and drowsy from their last round, Cen Qianyi mumbled,
“Mmh… Play again if you want… Just don’t cry…”
He Shu chuckled, rolled over, and pinned her beneath again.
Then let’s play a little more. Let’s see who cries this time.
