After transmigrating into a novel, I accidentally bent the male lead. The system warned me to steer the plot back on track. But I’m gay, purely a top, and I’m craving the male lead’s body. When the male lead got soaked, I pretended to be expressionless. In my mind: ‘That waist, those legs, they’ve got me so dazed I don’t know which way is north.’ The male lead kissed me while drunk, and the system threatened me, so I resisted coldly. In my mind: ‘Damn! This man really knows how to kiss.’ Finally, when the female lead appeared, I activated the devoted second male lead mode, bringing her flowers and pursuing her. That night, I was pinned against the doorway, with the man’s voice dangerously low: ‘Jiang Jin, you won’t take it the easy way, so you’ll take it the hard way. You like giving flowers? Have you figured out how your ass is going to bloom?’