I transmigrated into the story as the male lead’s sex-crazed wife. Every day, I pestered him to do it with me, endlessly demanding and never knowing restraint.
The couch, the bedroom, the kitchen, the floor-to-ceiling windows…
Only when the hatred value soared to 99 did I realize in horror that I hadn’t transmigrated into a smut novel at all, but a clean romance!
Su Yu was actually the kind of male lead who was cold and abstinent when it came to sex!
From then on, I lived in constant fear, treading on eggshells and never daring to cling to him again. As soon as night fell, I’d head to a hotel and not come home.
I even took the initiative to ask for a divorce.
I hoped it would make him hate me a little less.
But the man finally snapped. Eyes red, he erupted and locked me down in a pathologically unrestrained grip, every word crazed:
“Why don’t you cling to me anymore?”
“Is it because I’m getting old, or because that XL one outside has already satisfied your appetite?”
