In My Next Life I'll Win the Heart of the Male Lead
There's nothing wrong with Adelaide's life. There's nothing wrong with being cheated on. After all, half of marriages end in divorce and most end from infidelity. There's nothing wrong with getting addicted to an otome game. After all, everybody has something they're obsessed with. There's nothing wrong with reincarnating as the villainess instead of the heroine. After all, the villainess is richer and more powerful. There's nothing wrong with the villainess chasing after one of the love interests. After all, it's not like he's the canon route. There's nothing wrong with Ophelia's life.
Burn
"No." Lucas glares at the contents of the jar. "You can't be serious."
"You're just being dramatic now, Lucas." I sigh.
He pouts and hides his face against my neck, glaring at the offending items through the tiniest crack of his fingers. "No. I refuse. Nope."
"They're just herbs for the wounds. What's wrong with them?" I roll my eyes at his childlike behavior.
"It's rotten fruit soaked in rum! You cannot put that on a wound!"
"Says who? And do I look like an herbalist? They work fine on me. You don't want to get infected." I peer closely at the burns on his back.
He hisses, cringing away when my fingers graze near it. "Oww. Ow, ow, ow! I told you, it hurts. Gently! Gently, Diane!" He squirms around, shifting awkwardly.
I heave a sigh. "Okay, okay, we can try something else if you want. Calm down already." I pinch his ear and pull.
"Aaaaaagh! Let go!"