A silly female lead transmigrates into an angsty romance novel

I transmigrated into a brutal romance novel, and right now, I’m asking the domineering CEO for a loan. He’s got his arm around his beloved “white moonlight,” expression icy. “Take off one piece of clothing, I’ll give you ten thousand.” I excitedly yank off both socks and toss them at him. “Here, that’s two pieces—twenty thousand, please!”