I was possessed. As an extravagant mountain beast killed by an arrow shot by the tyrant emperor. As a reader of old romance novels, I was confident that I would not go through an irregular period of possession. ‘No, it’s not a rabbit!’ In the yard that others possessed as a noble princess or empress, or at least a duchess. What is a rabbit that doesn’t even play the role of a passer-by 1! Anyway, why am I not dead? *** “Are you crying in pain?” ‘Wouldn’t that hurt!’ Jenny stretched out her front paw. If you get a little closer, you should be able to punch that guy in the face It was just one inch short. shit. *** ‘… … really.’ Jenny put her hand up and rubbed her nose. The dainty nose that touched her paws twitched involuntarily. ‘He’s so damn handsome.’ It was a dangerous face for the heart. The writer who set up the main character like this is really good. ‘Please take me. I don’t know which direction, so I go in all directions.’ Far from finding a way to get her back, she follows him around, and it’s not just because she’s a ‘oldie’. ‘Eat, sleep, eat, sleep. It’s sweet honey.’