Flowers Are Bait - Chapter 212:

# pet beasts # impart cultivation

She transmigrated into the body of “Ancia”, the wife of the monstrous crown prince, “Blake” in a R-19 romance novel.

In the original story, Ancia committed suicide on her first day of marriage, leaving Blake with a huge trauma. But this time, Ancia didn’t have any intention of leaving him.

Blake is the second male lead in the original story. He is potrayed as a beast who posses’ an exquisite facade. Yet, right now, he behaved like a naive rabbit.

The only person who can remove the crown prince’s curse is the heroine, Diana. My only role is to keep this little boy from getting hurt and then step down in time. But…..

“Ancia, don’t leave me!”

This little rabbit keeps chasing me.

Yuan Luoyi felt like she was a little hamster in a pit of snakes, with her family full of crazy villains, yet as the fake heiress she still focused on slacking off.

Dad was an arms dealer, Mom an ace assassin.

Eldest brother, business world’s killing god, with proxy syndrome.

Second brother, cold-blooded lawyer, zero moral sense.

Third brother, addicted to killing, born with antisocial personality.

Fourth brother, evil celebrity, who trained fans into believers.

Fifth brother, genius scholar, loves those pure white bones.

Yuan Luoyi didn’t know that because of her birth, the world gained five more brothers, not five more lunatics.

Those greedy villains also didn’t know, the one they wanted to kill was not an ordinary girl, but the most beloved little sister of five crazy bastard brothers.

The female lead has 99 lifetimes of memories, a system, harem darling + suspense, happy ending.

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’