BTTCR

I was possessed. As an extravagant mountain beast killed by an arrow shot by the tyrant emperor.

As a reader of old romance novels, I was confident that I would not go through an irregular period of possession.

‘No, it’s not a rabbit!’

In the yard that others possessed as a noble princess or empress, or at least a duchess. What is a rabbit that doesn’t even play the role of a passer-by 1!

Anyway, why am I not dead?

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“Are you crying in pain?”

‘Wouldn’t that hurt!’

Jenny stretched out her front paw. If you get a little closer, you should be able to punch that guy in the face It was just one inch short. shit.

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‘… … really.’

Jenny put her hand up and rubbed her nose. The dainty nose that touched her paws twitched involuntarily.

‘He’s so damn handsome.’

It was a dangerous face for the heart. The writer who set up the main character like this is really good.

‘Please take me. I don’t know which direction, so I go in all directions.’

Far from finding a way to get her back, she follows him around, and it’s not just because she’s a ‘oldie’.

‘Eat, sleep, eat, sleep. It’s sweet honey.’