Gu Lin Isn't Human!

Gu Lin Isn't Human!

Why Was the Boss Acting So Strange?

Gu Lin was stunned at first. He hadn't expected Assistant Lin to be even more "enthusiastic." In the blink of an eye, the place was completely emptied out.

As for who the culprit was, one look was enough to tell.

Their skin touched, and Gu Lin's fingertips trembled slightly as they slid over him. Those rose-scented lips were fragrant and soft.

The kisses were utterly unskilled. Rather than kissing, it felt more like torture.

"You really are... ngh."

A smooth, fair arm reached over. He supported himself with one hand while the other pressed against the man's back of the head, and his red lips kissed him again.

Everything that followed came naturally. Ten thousand words omitted here.

The garden of Gu Household Villa was unlike any other. Aside from one passionate, gorgeous rose, there was nothing else. Among countless flowers, only this one was the most beautiful and captivating. When the breeze blew, its body swayed, every movement bewitching, its intoxicating fragrance spreading through the garden.

Covered in thorns, the rose would shed them for only one person—the master of the Gu household.

The breeze drifted by as clouds were blown together, packed tightly against one another. Yet the wind remained persistent, trying to scatter them apart, blowing with all its strength for a long time, over and over again. Orioles flew past, their tiny beaks producing soft, melodious chirps, as though they were laughing at the wind or teasing the piled-up white clouds.

The wind grew angry. A fierce gust blew through, scattering not only the clouds above, but even bending the thorn-covered, gorgeous rose in the garden.

Private Club

The old man on the sofa exuded authority without anger. His hands rested on the cane planted against the floor, his sharp gaze fixed on the shrinking woman in white across from him.

Knock, knock, knock. The cane struck the floor. His grizzled brows were drawn tightly together, making his already wrinkled face seem even more creased. His somewhat cloudy old eyes burned with fury. "What is wrong with you?! Do you know how rare this opportunity was?!"

"I-I-I rushed over the moment I could, but the person was already gone. I don't know either!" The woman raised her head, revealing a pitiful expression that invited sympathy. Her watery eyes were wide with innocence, and her frail appearance was enough to move anyone.

The old man narrowed his eyes. That was true enough. He had watched the surveillance footage; the person had never entered the room at all. No longer wanting to waste words with her, he said coldly, "I'll give you one more chance. I've already arranged someone to place you there. Once you go, perform well."

The woman hid the irritation in her eyes and put on an obedient expression. In a soft voice, she said, "Understood."

Inside, however, she was cursing the old bastard for being completely insane. As expected of a villain from the novel—no, he didn't even qualify as a villain. Like her, he was nothing more than cannon fodder.

That was right. She was a transmigrator who knew the entire plot. Damn it, she had actually transmigrated into a fanfiction novel!

The top and bottom leads had originally been happily in love. Who knew which immortal had picked up a pen and turned a perfectly good BL novel into a romance story!

Worst of all, the female lead who had been forcibly inserted into the story had exactly the same name as her. As a seasoned fujoshi, how could she possibly tolerate someone using her name while breaking up her beloved OTP?

Even an uncle could endure it, but an aunt could not!

That very night, she became a keyboard warrior and viciously cursed the trash author from head to toe.

After venting her anger, she ended up transmigrating into the story herself. She broke down on the spot, but fortunately, it was still the beginning of the plot, so she could handle it.

This place was different from both novels, as though it were an independent world. In the original story, the female lead had accidentally entered the top lead's room, but in this world, she had actually been deliberately sent there.

The same setting, the same relics, but a different direction. Everything pointed to one fact: this ABO world had come alive!

These people were no longer merely fictional characters at the mercy of others!

Now this old bastard wanted to send her to the top lead's company. Wonderful! She could watch her favorite OTP in person. Nothing could make her happier than that!

Gu Household Villa

Lin Su gave a soft hum. After struggling for a long while, he finally opened his eyes. What greeted him was a stretch of firm muscle. He stiffened involuntarily, then slowly looked up to see a face more familiar than any other.

He... he... he...

Lin Su slowly moved the hand around his waist away. To avoid dying of embarrassment, he should leave. But the moment he got out of bed and had yet to lift his foot, his legs gave out, tugging at his entire waist and somewhere else.

Ah, it hurts! Gu Lin is inhuman!

Gu Lin had woken up long ago. Lin Su's eyelashes were a little long, and when he blinked sleepily, they brushed against Gu Lin's skin, sending waves of ticklish numbness through him and forcing him awake.

Why did I fall asleep again? Won't the days ahead be... Good thing the contract hasn't been signed yet. I should just get a divorce. This fragile body of mine can't take it!

Mu Xiaomu, hurry up and rein in your big husband!

Lin Su turned back to look. This bastard still hadn't woken up, so he needed to make a quick escape. He didn't want to die of embarrassment! He picked up the bathrobe from the floor and covered his mottled body, enduring the discomfort with every step.

Wuwu, this feels awful. By the time I make it to the room, I'll probably be useless.

The person on the bed had his eyes closed where no one could see, a silent smile curling at the corner of his slightly swollen lips.

The way Lin Su walked now was not only strange, but even more coy and awkward than a palace maid who had just entered the palace to learn etiquette. He was slower than a turtle, and despite his anxiety, beads of sweat appeared on his full forehead.

"Where are you going? Do you need me to take you?"

The manners ingrained into Lin Su's bones made him reply, "No, thank you." The moment he finished speaking, his steps halted. As he spun around sharply, the aching soreness in his waist was tugged, and he lost his balance and was about to fall.

The person on the bed moved quickly. A bare figure flashed toward him, and Lin Su was safely caught.

It was just that he seemed to have seen something he shouldn't have seen.

Gu Lin caught him, only to hear Lin Su's thought by his ear: Uh, hello?

Hello? Hello what? He looked back and happened to catch Lin Su glancing downward.

Gu Lin: ...

He felt like he had been harassed.