Seraphina Whitmore needed to gather divine consciousness fragments to return to the Celestial Realm.
To achieve this goal, Seraphina Whitmore, faced with a zombie male lead who only thought about drinking her blood every day, proactively offered her neck.
"You want a drink? How about I bleed myself first, save you the trouble?"
Seraphina Whitmore firmly believed there was no male lead she couldn't conquer—only a system that didn't try hard enough.
System 250 peeked out and spoke pitifully, "I'm trying really hard though!"
The zombie king, the aloof campus heartthrob, the scheming major general, the master who pretended to be pure and detached... why were they all yandere?
Seraphina Whitmore cried out: I can't take it anymore!
