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.
WILLIAM HARCOURT
THE first thing that Luo Yan saw when he walked into the room was a man sitting on a wheelchair. His white hair perfectly combed back. But a portion of it, the one at the frontal left, was covered in burn marks. Those burns probably continued on to his face. But he couldn't tell because of the white mask he's wearing.
It was not a ghastly looking mask. It looked like one of those masks being used in theater plays. It looked delicate and made it good taste. The only problem Luo Yan had with this was that he couldn't see the other's face.
He could tell a lot of things based on one's face – their expression, the emotions in their eyes. Most of the times, it could tell more than the words one spoke. But now, Luo Yan wouldn't be able to take advantage of that.
Although disappointed, he tried his best not to show it on his face. "I'm delighted to finally make your acquaintance, Mr. Harcourt."