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Captured By The Cold Detective (BL)

[CRIME/OMEGAVERSE] Was it possible for the devil to get his own happy ending? A major accident seven years ago had stolen He Juan’s memory away from him, wiping it so clean that the only things he were left with were only his name, numerous scars all over his body and a nasty side effect as a result of the aftermath. Seven years passed by and when He Juan thought he could live like a normal person again, a fateful day led him to be the prime suspect of the murder case of his neighbor who had written his name as her dying message — whom, in his defense, he had not even talked to! It was then that he met Mu Yuze, the lone wolf of the Violent Crime Investigation Unit; the cold, intimidating man with beautiful and intense midnight blue eyes who seemed to hate him at first sight for some reason He Juan couldn’t comprehend. One after another, bizarre cases intruded on He Juan's normal life and turned it upside down, bringing light to a dusty past he thought he could never remember again. In the end, he had to learn that even if he had forgotten who he once was
 there were still some sins he had to atone. *** Gentle, klutzy and smiling Alpha whom nobody dares to offend for some mysterious reason x cold, possessive and cinnamon roll Omega (maybe a little yandere here and there) Additional tags: top/gong/seme protagonist, action, case-solving, organized crime, thriller, gore, slice of life, tragedy, detectives, disabled characters, murders, teamwork, investigation, yaoi, mature, past plays a big part, 1 vs 1, love interest falls in love first Find me on: Instagram: delanasiwarka Discord: delanasiwarka#1490 Discord server: bit.ly/delanadiscord

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Part 8

14. Little Angel

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Early in the morning, Jia Molei's peace was shattered by the persistent pounding on his door. There was only one person who would pound on his door like that instead of ringing the doorbell, and he hastily turned off his stove before rushing to the door, shouting, "I'm coming, I'm coming!"

The door swung open, and Jia Molei immediately dropped his gaze, finding a sullen five-year-old Xiao Yu standing there. She was still clad in her pink unicorn onesie while dragging her backpack with one hand, her shoulder-length hair sticking out in all directions. If there were two prominent traits she inherited from her omega father, then first it would be his bird-nest hair and second, his adorable pout.

Feeling a twinge of helplessness, Jia Molei opened the door wider and invited her in, "You could have given me a call instead of coming here yourself, brat."