I transmigrated into a post-apocalyptic erotica novel as a substitute, doted on by the male leads for three years.
But I knew these good days were about to end.
Because the female lead, the male leads' beloved white moonlight from the original story, had returned. And when she discovered that the male leads had found themselves a substitute and grew unhappy, I would be shoved into a horde of zombies and meet a gruesome end...
On the day the male leads reunited with their white moonlight, I asked to leave, but they cornered me against the wall. "We won't let you go!"
