The President’s Sweet Little Wife Is a Man

Prologue

I transmigrated into the male lead of a sweet romance novel and got pinned to the bed by the heroine.

In the struggle, I accidentally tore her clothes open.

Who the hell could tell me why the heroine was a man?

He grabbed my waistband and yanked it down hard.

I panicked. "W-what are you doing?"

His voice was ghostly. "You."