Priceless Baby: 101 Bedside Stories - Chapter 1331 - Cute Little Dimples.

Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi, as the beauty emperors of The Notes girl group, have 700,000 CP fans, are resident in the center of the CP list, and won the first place in the annual “Truth is True” CP list.
However, no one knew that the two were rivals in love in private, and looked at each other with disgust.

An event site.
Xu Shuyan: What are you looking at?
Lin Yi: You are the one staring!
CP fan: I look at [yes] in today’s activity photos, she loves her so much! I’m addicted to this eye candy!

Lin Yi: Come closer and I will call the police
Xu Shuyan: Do you think I want to? Today’s business KPI has not been completed yet, hurry up and sell it
Lin Yi: yue
CP fan: The two of them are in a relationship, and what they say is true!

After a year or two of business like this, the entire entertainment industry agreed that Xu Shuyan and Lin Yi were the only concubine of The Notes. After the two had a crush on their teammates, their relationship broke out and they left the group and got married.
In an instant, the crush turned into a lovelorn.
On the night of the wedding, Lin Yi drank to drink away his sorrows and respected Xu Shuyan: “This is the end of our business, and starting today, I mean to be.”
Xu Shuyan stared at her, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, pinched her face, and said every word: “Okay.”

The next day, Lin Yi woke up on Xu Shuyan’s bed.
Lin Yi:! ! !

#Love Rival Becomes Lover
#Business becomes sincere
#About my falling in love with my rival
#假高冷真头黑黑rapper Gong x Tsundere as a fine lead singer
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I used to think obsessive male leads were kind of hot. You know—the intense stares, the undying devotion, the way they’d burn the world for the woman they love? Swoon, right?Wrong.That fantasy went up in smoke the moment I woke up in the body of Sonia Mitford—the heroine of The Crimson Devotion, the first obsessive romance fantasy novel I ever read. The one that ended on a mysterious hiatus. The one with Marius Wittelsbach—a charming, possessive psychopath who thinks an ankle shackle is a love language.Now I’m trapped in a velvet-draped prison, shackled to a bedpost like some porcelain doll in a gothic fairytale. And Marius? He’s worse than I remembered. Sweet, soft-spoken... and utterly unhinged.“You don’t need to be afraid. I’ll take care of you.”Translation: I’ll murder anyone who blinks in your direction and serve you tea over their corpse.“Anyone who bothers you... anyone who looks at you the wrong way... I’ll get rid of them for you.”I thought I was playing the role just fine—smiling, nodding, pretending not to be horrified.But then—plot twist! Alessio Slovene, the forgettable side character, walks in looking like a golden retriever knight and drops this bomb: he’s actually the crown prince in disguise. And he’s investigating Marius.Finally—a lifeline. Maybe.Because people are vanishing. The body count is rising. And every time Marius kisses my forehead and calls me “Nia,” I feel one step closer to becoming the tragic heroine in a blood-soaked love story.Obsessive male leads aren’t dreamy.They’re terrifying.And I might be in way over my head.

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.

“It’s true… So why does no one believe me?”Sometimes, I play small pranks, but they’re really just small ones.I’m not the mastermind at all.