Summary
I had just transmigrated into a tragic romance novel, and I was currently in the middle of asking the Tyrant CEO for a loan.
He had his arm around his White Moonlight, his expression cold and indifferent.
“For every piece of clothing you take off, I’ll give you ten thousand.”
Excited, I whipped off both my socks and tossed them at him.
“Then let’s start with twenty thousand!”