The Young Master I Carefully Raised Became Obsessive

I possessed the body of a villain who torments the male protagonist in a tragic story and dies.

Before meeting the male protagonist, I managed to endure my miserable life with survival skills and magic.

When I finally met the male protagonist:

“Get lost.”

He bared his teeth like a kitten.

But as we got a little closer,

“Laila, help me.”

I worked hard to take care of this unexpectedly pitiable young master.

And then...

“Laila, do you love me?”

“What?”

“I’m asking if you love me.”

“...Young Master.”

“I love you.”

“...”

When I was too stunned to respond, he smiled and approached me.

“Laila, tell me you love me. If you do, I’ll give you everything I have. Okay?”

It seems I raised him too well.

The young master I had so carefully raised began to obsess over me.