Tyramisu

As soon as Luo Yan graduated, he immediately got an offer from a prestigious gaming company. He thought all his hard work finally paid off. And he would finally reach the pinnacle of life. But then, on his first day of work, a potted plant fell on his head and he died. 

Surprisingly, when he thought he would cross the Yellow River, he suddenly woke up and found himself in the body of a 17 year old boy. This body had the same name as him but completely different background. Because the original was the second young master of the Luo family - one of the most powerful family in S City. 

Luo Yan almost cried. God probably took pity on him and decided to give him a loving family with a wealthy background. He didn't have to work hard anymore. Studying like his life depended on it and pretending to be a holy father just to cater to people. 

So Luo Yan decided to be a salted fish and just shamelessly sell meng. 


A certain male god who always bought Luo Yan's meng: Yan Yan is so cute! Why is Yan Yan so cute?? 

Cold faced on the outside, a cinnamon roll on the inside Gong X Super beautiful, black-belly Shou.

The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]

"LUO YAN?" Su Yuqi asked tentatively.

Luo Yan tilted his head and smiled.  "Yes."

Su Yuqi stared at the kid in front of him.  Well, for one, he certainly looked pretty.  And if one looked more closely at his face and made it a bit mature, he would definitely look exactly as Noctis the moon elf.  But even if that was the case, the atmosphere he was giving out right now was totally different when he was in the game.

When he's Noctis, he was giving off this noble feel.  Like a beautiful and untouchable flower.  You could look but you certainly couldn't touch.  But in reality, that was definitely not the case.  Looking at him, all Su Yuqi could see was a soft, big mochi.

For the first time, she suddenly had an urge to squeeze someone.  To pinch them so hard until their cheeks bleed.  Should she just do it?  Her hands were certainly itching for her to do it.

"Yuqi," called Shen Ji Yun's cold voice. "Whatever you're thinking, don't do it."

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