The Commander's Late Regret
Language: en
I'm the heiress of a capitalist empire, and for three years, I've been in an arranged marriage with an icy, aloof commander who has never touched me. During a camping trip in the countryside, I went to his tent to spend the night. He frowned, refusing to take my luggage. "Tonight... isn't appropriate." I froze, and suddenly, subtitles appeared before my eyes: [LMAO, the Male Lead's 'white moonlight' is back, and the Second Female Lead is still clowning herself? Does she really think her money can buy his love?] [Does she even know? The cold ML is actually addicted to intimacy, but…