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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.

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TEA SANDWICHES

LUO YAN made tea sandwiches, something small that could easily be eaten.  After he's done, he made tea.  Put them all on a tray and carry it easily.

"Second young master, let me carry that for you," a maid said who had been fiddling around the kitchen since he entered earlier.

The maid was probably worried that he might burn himself.  Seriously, no matter how many times he made something in the kitchen, these maids always think that he would break.  Like some kind of porcelain.  Well, not that he blamed them.  For them, his image would probably always be that of a frail child.

"It's okay.  I can do it," he said, smiling kindly at the maid.

Then he walked out of the kitchen.  When he reached the front of the study, he asked a passing maid to knock on the door.  And so, she did.

"Come in," called his father's cold voice.

"Do you want me to carry that tray for you, second young master?" the maid who passed by asked.