I transmigrated into a beastkin novel. As a sheep who viciously mistreats the original male lead, a wolf. "How does this make sense? How can a herbivore beastkin mistreat a carnivore beastkin!" But the young wolf standing before me said with tears welling up in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll behave." This actually works? I wanted to wipe away those bawling tears, but before me, only the choices glowed blue. 1. You call yourself a kid? Bawling over something like this! 2. What are you crying about when you did nothing right? You're an eyesore, so stay out of my sight. 3. You're noisy, be quiet! It seems I don't have many days left to live. *** Three months until the original male lead's uncle comes to pick up the child. "Ms. Lamy, thank you for the bread and milk you sent. I enjoyed them." "Acting grateful over something so trivial. Just work as much as you ate." I desperately tried to care for the original male lead even while being controlled by the choices. And finally, the original male lead's uncle arrived. I thought I just needed to safely send the child off, but, "No! I want to stay with Ms. Lamy!" Wait, why is this well-behaved child suddenly throwing a tantrum...? Moreover, instead of comforting the child, the original male lead's uncle just smiled, his beautiful golden eyes curving prettily. "Since the child wants it, let's go together." "M-me?" "I want it too." "What?" Why you too? "Let's go together with us, Lady Morton." Go where, to a wolf's den? I'm... a sheep though?