Summary
It was a tr*shy novel—
but to me, it was a masterpiece.I reincarnated into the romance fantasy novel Evening Primrose.I was thrilled at the thought of finally seeing my favorite character, Iart, in real life.But then—
“…What is that?”
Dark purple smoke swirled above his head.
It slowly seeped into his hair…
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.
This damn book—was it really this kind of story?”
Shing—.A sharp blade was pressed against my neck.I somehow survived after countless twists and turns, but then—
“Aren’t you afraid of me?”
My favorite character stepped closer.Iart, who had once looked at me with distrust, fixed his blue eyes on me and began to call my name.
“Irenea.”
And then—
“Come here.”
“Every time you touch me… I feel something.”
…Wait a second.
Is this really how it’s supposed to go?
