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SSR-ranked killer Mu Hui died in an explosion, only waking up to find herself transmigrated into the body of a vicious female supporting character in a book.
The original Host was as stupid as a pig. As the lover of the villain, she helped the male protagonist steal the important documents from the villain and backstabbed the villain for the male protagonist.
The ending was, of course, being attacked by both the male protagonist and the villain, and, dying miserably.
And the point where Mu Hui transmigrated was the moment when she stabbed the villain and ran to the male protagonist's side—
What could she do to change her fate?
Mu Hui made a prompt decision and placed the knife that had stabbed the villain onto the male protagonist's neck. "The scene just now was deliberately acted out by my man and me. Return the document to my man immediately!"
The male protagonist: ""???""
The antagonist: ""???""
Later on, Mu Hui constantly helped the villain Fu Siye fight monsters and level up, just so that she could live longer and return to her original world.
However, one day, after a bath, the villain came up to her. "You've been my lover for so long. When are you going to consummate your marriage?"
Mu Hui: “???”
This was not how it was written in the book!
[Even if it is meant to be, it can be changed step by step.]

EndlessFantasy Translation 

Transmigrated into a Book and Became a Spoiled Antagonist

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Fu Siye muttered to himself, "Do you want to go home...?"

His expression was a little absent-minded as he mocked himself.

"... So, you don't want me anymore?"

It hurt, his heart really hurt. It hurt so much that he did not even notice that the wound on his abdomen had split open. Mu Hui wanted to say something, but in the end, she forced herself to be ruthless.

"I want to go back to my world... I'm sorry..."

Mu Hui turned around and held back the tears in her eyes before turning around again. Her eyes were red.

Fu Siye rubbed his hair hard and made it look a little messy. The veins on his forehead were popping out, and his eyes were red.

Fu Siye roared self-deprecatingly, "How can I stop you? What right do I have to stop you? You don't even like me, so what am I to you? Really, what right do I have to stop you?"

Heartache