Girls Love
After I Became the Villainess, My Aloof Junior Sister Doted on Me
I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as its vicious supporting woman.
The system told me that if I kept courting death, I could die and go home once my true colors were exposed.
So I devoted myself to making trouble for the heroine.
I seduced the senior brother she loved, poisoned her medicine, and deliberately injured myself in a secret realm so I could accuse her of attacking me…
At last, the day of judgment arrived.
Senior Brother produced the evidence and tore away my hypocritical mask.
The elders sentenced me to endure forty-nine bolts of heavenly lightning, have my immortal bones stripped away, and be cast down as a mortal.
I was overjoyed. My exit scene had finally come.
Then I heard the heroine say, “Senior Sister didn’t mean it.”
I whipped around in shock.
Her cheeks were faintly pink, almost as if she were shy.
“Senior Sister only did all that because she loves me too much.”
“It was her way of testing me.”
