The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

Lu Ting is my target for conquest.

I’ve poured my heart and soul into winning him over for five years, and just a day before our scheduled engagement,

I got kidnapped along with his “white moonlight.”

We were sitting on the warehouse floor, staring at each other, eyes wide with shock.

The white moonlight was weeping like a willow in the rain, her eyes as red as a little rabbit’s—a truly pitiful sight.

The two kidnapper lackeys next to me were playing Fight the Landlord.

The skinny one was so dim-witted I was itching to reach out and play his cards for him.

Seeing him make another wrong move, I spat out the rag in my mouth: “Straight!”

The skinny guy complimented my card-playing skills, then picked up the dirty rag from the floor and stuffed it back into my mouth.

Me: “I’ll f*ck your—mmph!”

No sooner had he finished stuffing it back in than Lu Ting arrived.