Kiss Him Before He Kills Me
Edith died on her wedding day, erased by a system glitch just as she won Roland’s heart. Eleven years later, she awakens as Eleanor. But Roland is no longer the man she saved. He is the feared white-haired Chancellor, hunting hearts that match the woman he lost. Now she must conquer him again… before he discovers who she truly is.
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The scroll says ‘Year Eleven, Fire Snake’—but her breath is already fading. He reads it like a curse, not a date. Her lying on that icy bed? Not death. Suspension. A cruel limbo where love and duty freeze mid-sentence. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me makes grief look elegant. Too elegant. 💔📜
Three People, One Breath
He holds the cup. She watches. The guard grips his sword—tense, loyal, useless. That tiny bowl of blood-red liquid? It’s not poison. It’s choice. Every frame pulses with unspoken tension: who drinks? Who dies? Who survives to regret it? Kiss Him Before He Kills Me turns silence into thunder. ⚔️
Her Braids, His Gaze
Those twin braids sway like pendulums counting down. Each bead catches light like a tear. He looks at her—not with longing, but calculation. She knows. Her lips tremble not from cold, but from knowing he’ll choose the scroll over her heartbeat. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me weaponizes beauty. And we’re all hostages. 🌸
The Fur Collar Hides Nothing
Black fur, blue silk, silver hair—yet his vulnerability screams louder than snowstorm. That collar isn’t armor; it’s a cage. When he lifts the cup, fingers shake. Not fear. Grief dressed as resolve. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me doesn’t need dialogue. The fabric whispers what lips won’t say. 🖤✨
The Red Thread in Snowfall
That red wristband on Bai Xue’s arm? A silent scream. He unwraps it like peeling his own skin—every motion a confession. Snow falls, but the real chill is in his eyes. Kiss Him Before He Kills Me isn’t about violence; it’s about restraint. The sword stays sheathed… for now. 🩸❄️