Forced Possession: The System Makes Me Replace the White Moonlight

“Awake?”

A deep, magnetic voice sounded above me.

The man sat beside the bed, his long-fingered hand gently brushing my cheek. His touch was impossibly tender, but his eyes held an obsession and possessiveness that would not fade.

He was Mo Conghan,

the man who kept his beloved White Moonlight by his side, loving her to the point of madness.

My heart pounded as the System issued frantic warnings: [Stay in character! Be aloof! Be obedient! Don't fall in love with him!]

I lowered my eyes, my voice soft as a feather, carrying the original owner's familiar detachment:

“...Mm.”

The tenderness in his eyes deepened. He bent down and pulled me into his arms, holding me so tightly I could barely breathe.

“A Jing, don't even think about escaping.”

“For the rest of your life, you can only be mine.”

Buried in his embrace, I stayed perfectly still, my mind clear as a mirror.

Male lead, the person in your arms is no longer the heroine who would rather die than love you.

But I have to pretend to be her.

I have to pretend I don't love you and stay by your side for the rest of your life.