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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.

Tyramisu · LGBT+
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LAUGHING OUT LOUD

"CAN you go ahead? I want to be alone for a while," Huang Wen said, looking up at the sky. 

Luo Yan didn't say anything and just nodded. It's natural for Huang Wen to want to be alone at this moment. Since he's the one who rejected the other, it would be weird to continue to stay here. So, he walked towards the door. 

But the moment he opened it, he was suddenly firmly stuck on the spot. His heart even jumped up to the point that it almost felt like he would have a sudden heart attack. Because standing in front of him was Ying Chen.

The other was standing there like a block of ice. No, like a shaking block of ice, if there was even a phrase like that. Because Ying Chen was standing still like a rock while both his hands were trembling uncontrollably. But more than that, there were obvious tears flowing down his cheeks. 

Just how much did he hear? Should he have heard it all?

"You—"