Tsundere Men Have the Best Luck

Summary

I transmigrated into a cliché, high-society romance novel.

The heroine’s family had just gone bankrupt, and she was being publicly humiliated by the villain.

With a wicked smirk, the villain drawled, “Kiss me. One million dollars.”

I rushed forward, threw my arms around his neck, and smeared his face with my lipstick. Then, playing the part of a sweet, innocent girl, I cooed, “Oh, darling, I hope I don’t kiss you into bankruptcy.”