The Return of the God Level Assassin [BL]
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.
'BROTHER REN'
SHEN JI YUN felt mortified. Luo Yan just caught him taking a sneak peak at him like some pervert. He thought he was being stealthy enough. But who knew that Luo Yan would just suddenly turn in his direction? This mortifying feeling was a hundred times magnified in real life compared when they were in the game.
He always wanted to appear his best in front of Luo Yan. But it seemed like, whether it's inside the game or in real life, he always showed his embarrassing side to Luo Yan instead.
He shook his head. He should probably just focus on how to make Luo Yan's family like him. Or at least leave them a good impression of himself. Okay, both seemed inapplicable to Luo Jin. That kid probably already labeled him as a 'bad guy'. But there was still Uncle Luo and Luo Ren. Although he's not entirely confident about Luo Ren, at least Uncle Luo seemed to like him a bit.
He clenched his fist. Determination filling him.