“Hug me.”
Rose lay seductively on the bed, fully intending to lure him in.
She had transmigrated into the novel as the foolish youngest princess, only to discover that in three years, she would be killed by her favorite character, Arsen.
‘Oh no! I’m going to die soon. And by my favorite character, no less!’
To survive, she had to make this man her ally at all costs.
“…Your Highness, you should be more careful with your words. Someone might misunderstand.”
“It’s not a misunderstanding.”
The black eyes, as deep and turbulent as the night sea, wavered in confusion.
“It’s exactly what you think it means, Arsen.”
She then stretched out her arms, openly inviting him to hug her.
But this man, his emotional defenses were like steel.
“Your Highness, this behavior is inappropriate.”
He’s just leaving? Wait, is he seriously walking out like this?
