It was my fifth year since transmigrating from a smut novel into ancient times.
My body had been feeling worse and worse.
Then one day, I coughed up a mouthful of blood from my heart.
I knew that if I did not have a man to relieve me, I would die when my body burst apart.
Just then, lines of floating comments suddenly appeared before my eyes.
[The Male Lead has been afflicted with Lust Poison tonight. What a shame the Female Lead hasn’t appeared yet. The Female Supporting Character will have to detoxify him instead.]
The Male Lead was my eldest brother, a man as pure as a clear breeze and bright moon, cold and aloof.
But I was neither the Female Lead, nor the Female Supporting Character, nor Female Character N.
I was only an adopted daughter with the role of Background Character A.
Being Background Character A meant I could do anything.
So under cover of night, dressed in nothing but a layer of gauze,
I secretly slipped into my brother’s room.
