Waning Moon

Three years ago, he ran rampant in Africa, undeniably the King of Soldier Kings. Three years later, he returned to the city, carless, houseless, and constantly in trouble. 
Applying to be a security guard at a company, switching from the battlefield to the office, he's low key, clever, with depth. Even security guards can have their moment in the spring.
Every time someone asked him, why are you always the unlucky one?
Basil Jaak would shyly say, it's just because I'm too obviously handsome!
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Close body King of Soldiers

"Does it hurt?" Debby Sutton sat up from Basil Jaak's embrace, squinting at him, a hint of schadenfreude seemingly hanging in her hazy eyes.


Shoulders all red, you tell me, does it hurt? Basil Jaak gloomily looked at Debby Sutton, secretly staying on guard. If she planned to use her tricks again and take another bite, he wasn't going to sit idle and have it happen.


Luckily, Debby Sutton seemed to have no intentions of continuing.


Her dainty fingers gently lifted the blood-red wine glass. Swishing the wine inside it gently, she whispered softly to Basil Jaak, "My heart hurts worse."


The gentle language wafted into Basil Jaak's brain, mixed with the scent of alcohol. It made his heart flutter. Looking again at Debby Sutton's mature and seductive figure, he found himself falling unknowingly, just like one would for a beautiful poppy flower.


Whether on purpose or by accident, the wine glass slipped from her slender fingers.


Chapter 122 Sister's Heart Hurts More_1