Summary
I transmigrated into the Beast World and was forced into a political marriage.
The System told me I was following a dog-training script.
I looked at the cold, arrogant wolf-eared youth standing before me and fell into deep thought.
Two months later, the System hurriedly came back online.
[I gave you the wrong one! You were supposed to have the ‘simp’ script!]
[The Great Demon King is terrifying. Are you still alive?]
Before it could even finish speaking, it saw the youth in front of me with his wolf ears drooping.
His face was flushed red as he fiddled with the collar around his neck, whispering softly.
“Can I choose a color I like today?”
System: [?]