The White Moonlight Kidnapping Plan

Lu Chen, that guy.

I can’t read him at all.

Honestly, with my poor judge of character, I don’t even know why I was chosen to be dropped into this transmigration world.

Forget Lu Chen; after five years, I still can’t even figure out Lu Ting.

Compared to the heroines in other novels, whose very strands of hair seem to ooze intelligence.

I have a feeling the System picked the wrong person.

Anyway, the System’s only mission for me is to find a man and fall in love.

Switching to Lu Chen… that should be fine, right?

But I don’t dare.

Lu Chen is just one secret after another.

I get the feeling that if he sold me out, I’d still be the one counting the money for him.

Lu Chen’s face drew closer.

With desire and the scent of alcohol intertwined, I held my breath.

Cautiously, I asked, “That day you kissed me… why did you do it?”

He lowered his head. “I felt like it, so I did.”

The casual tone of his voice made me feel belittled.

I asked seriously:

“Lu Chen, then… do you like me?”

If he said “yes,” I’d jump ship in a heartbeat.

It’s not like I have some world-shattering mission to complete; it’s just a plain, simple little romance quest.

But after a long silence, I saw Lu Chen’s peach-blossom eyes crinkle with a smile. He sat up,

his tone laced with that typical, cavalier arrogance of a wealthy playboy.

“Playing for keeps?”

He casually grabbed his bathrobe and threw it on. “That’s no fun at all.”

“I already have someone I like.”

“And it’s not you.”