The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

Is he trying to make me die of embarrassment or what?

I curled my toes, trying to pretend I hadn’t heard him.

Lu Chen’s voice was clearly much closer now.

Just as I was still trying to figure out how to explain why I was here,

He spoke: “Are you ready?

“Sister.”

Goosebumps erupted all over my skin instantly.

He knew it was me?

I bolted upright from the bed, eyeing him warily.

One look was all it took for me to turn away, my face burning red: “Could you please put some clothes on?”

Oh my god, those perfect abs and V-taper,

Is this really something I get to see for free?

Think about that jerk Lu Ting—five years,

And he still dresses like a monk at night, terrified that I might “taint” an inch of his skin.

He calls it “protecting my reputation, not wanting to touch me before marriage.”

Turns out he just hates me!

Wuwu, I’m such a pathetic transmigrator…

Lu Chen seemed to do it on purpose; he let his loosely draped bathrobe slide off his shoulders and tossed it aside with a flick of his wrist.

His pitch-black, peach-blossom eyes were locked onto mine.

Every step he took carried an intense sense of aggression.

Lu Chen leaned down: “It’s going to be a long night. Do you think you’ll be able to sleep?”

I stammered: “W-what do you want to do?”

He replied: “I told you when I let you go that I’d be collecting interest.”

I gulped, and as if possessed, I nodded.

And then, the two of us,

Spent the whole night playing Landlord in that room.