Romantic Allergy [Transmigration]
浪漫过敏[穿书]
Synopsis
After thirty years of being single, Dou Anyao knelt devoutly before the Buddha, praying for a destined romance. Her foot slipped, sending her tumbling down nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, and she transmigrated into a yuri novel where the “chasing after the wife” arc had ended in ashes—literally.
Unluckily, she was that pile of ashes.
The original owner was a s*umbag woman and a womanizer who flirted with everyone but committed to no one. In the novel, she was adored to the point of obsession, yet she completely took her admirers for granted.
When her suitors finally found true love, she would desperately beg, “I’m sorry, I just realized I love you.”
Hearing this, Dou Anyao’s fists clenched. “People should reciprocate genuine feelings with genuine feelings! Who in their right mind would be a beautiful woman’s heart?!”
The Purity- Upholding System applauded her. “Host, you’re absolutely right! Your enlightenment is unparalleled!”
“Because the original owner was such a s*umbag, crushing too many innocent hearts and provoking public outrage, the heavens have decreed her punishment. Now, if you can’t remain single for a year, you’ll die.”
Dou Anyao: “I’ll what?”
Wait, did I even say anything profound just now?
Dying was out of the question. Being single? That was child’s play.
The sought-after songwriter, whose melodies were as tender as they were popular, @’d her online: “Yaoyao, I’ve written a song perfectly tailored to your voice, with lyrics specially crafted just for you!”
The internet erupted in a frenzy of envy, jealousy, and spiteful screams, all directed at this scheming green tea for her outrageous good fortune. But the ruthless Dou Anyao replied: “tr*sh it. I don’t want it.”
The songwriter: “???”
Netizens: “???” How dare she?!
When Dou Anyao joined a dating show, everyone expected her to pull out all the stops, flirting and stirring up trouble as usual. Instead, she went on a rampage.
Receiving ninety-nine red roses, Dou Anyao said, “A’Qiu—sorry, I have allergic rhinitis. Are you trying to kill me with these flowers?”
Upon receiving a handmade wooden sculpture, she remarked, “Uh, not to discourage you, but I think you have a lot of room for improvement. Keep practicing, and you might be able to sell these someday. Good luck!”
When the film emperor gazed at her with his notoriously gentle, “drowning-you-without-a-trace” eyes, Dou Anyao waved her hand in front of his face. “Are you asleep? Or do you have some kind of visual impairment?”
When Supermodel Cool Sister made her a heartfelt breakfast, Dou Anyao accidentally devoured every last bite, nearly licking the bowl clean.
The System in her mind frantically warned her not to be blinded by the beautiful Goddess. Dou Anyao elegantly wiped her mouth and said, “Not bad. If you can’t walk the runway anymore, you can come work as my chef. Eighteen thousand a month, full benefits.”
Cool Sister sneered. “Sure, but I don’t want your money.”
Dou Anyo frowned. “Then what do you want?”
“You.”
Me… my life?