[Proud, Abstract, Sickly Young Miss × Aloof, White-on-the-Outside-Black-on-the-Inside, Mad Junior Brother]
After an unexpected awakening, Sang Ying finally understood why her husband of three years had been so cold and indifferent toward her.
Xie Lingyu was the male lead in the book, his true form a dragon, and in recent years, he had become the Cultivation World’s most outstanding immortal sect leader and a genius among Demon Cultivators.
While she was the vicious female supporting character in the book, relying on her status as the young miss of the world’s number one sect, the Wu Wen Sect, with mediocre talent but a spoiled and willful temperament, stirring up trouble everywhere.
The rumors that had long circulated in the Cultivation World—that Xie Lingyu originally had a beloved white moonlight but was forced by the Wu Wen Sect’s sect master to marry her—turned out to be true.
After learning the truth, Sang Ying thought for a long time.
From their initial days as junior sister and senior brother to the three years of marriage, and then to the deep affection between him and his white moonlight in the book… ah, none of that came to mind.
Her brain, which usually only knew how to sleep in, couldn’t handle processing so much information OvO.
All she knew was that Xie Lingyu didn’t love her.
Sang Ying went to drink with her newly emerged-from-seclusion “male mommy” senior brother. Drunk and muddled, she wiped her tears with his cat while bitterly cursing Xie Lingyu.
They say Dragon Nature Inherently… but in three years of marriage, the number of times Xie Lingyu shared a bed with her could be counted on one hand. She had thought he was incapable, but it turned out he just hated being intimate with her!
The senior brother calmly wiped his cat and said succinctly: “Break up.”
Sang Ying slammed the table and stood up: “Break up! I’ll write the Divorce Letter right now!”
Waking up with a hangover, Sang Ying’s head felt like it was exploding.
Dazedly, she took the hangover tea handed to her by a pair of slender fingers nearby and gulped it down, hearing a cold, indifferent voice.
“Senior brother just emerged from seclusion, and junior sister can’t wait to discard this useless husband of hers. Your feelings for him must truly run deep.”
Only then did Sang Ying sense the cold, heavy atmosphere. She looked up in confusion and saw him slowly rubbing the Divorce Letter between his fingers in the dim, gloomy light.
Drunk and muddled last night, she had only written a few flamboyant characters as the reason on that Divorce Letter:
—Xie Lingyu is incapable, I’m not satisfied.
Sang Ying: How did she end up speaking her true thoughts OvO!
“It’s just a pity I’m not some kind-hearted person willing to help others achieve their happiness. Since you’re not satisfied, then I’ll just have to make sure junior sister is satisfied.”
The bed curtains fell. An icy finger gripped her chin, and a Dragon Tail covered in smooth scales emerged, the overwhelming pressure making her feel uneasy.
Sang Ying tried to dodge, but when she looked down, she found her ankle locked by a Golden Chain.
Sang Ying: Huh, huh!?
#What, my aloof, immortal-like husband turns out to be an obsessive love-struck brain!?#
#Turns out my clingy husband secretly, twistedly snuggles and sticks close every day while I’m asleep#
#You said he was incapable, so how did we end up with a Seven-Day Zero-Rest Work System, help#