Transporting back in time, she almost met her death because of a bowl of heart blood! What’s worse, the playboy and the basic btch tortured her together, not only her body, but also her heart, and they even tried to refine her into medication to cure the basic btch. Damn it! I’m a sleeping tiger, not a sick cat! Fighting the playboy and getting back at the basic b*tch, I’ll make them know who I am step by step. But... why does the His Royal Highness climbs onto my bed every night?