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]

SHEN JI YUN was startled when he saw the tears that suddenly fell down Luo Yan's eyes.  He only expected him to show to the High Priest that he was a moon elf so that the priest would be more inclined to help them.  Although he had been threatening the NPCs here since earlier, he knew that he wouldn't be able to defeat everyone here no matter how powerful he was.  Not to mention, this High Priest would definitely not be an easy opponent.

But he didn't want for his rabbit to suddenly cry.  Those pearly tears were simply tugging at his heartstrings.  It's like something heavy was pressing down on his chest.  Before his brain could think more properly, his body already moved on its own.  Pulling Luo Yan closed to him and cupping his face, wiping off the tears flowing down his soft cheeks.

"Sshh… don't cry.  It's okay.  Everything's going to be okay," he said in the gentlest voice he could possible muster.

CONVINCING (IRRITATING) THE HIGH PRIEST