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.
UNCLE WAS REJECTED?
SHEN JI YUN was a bit surprised hearing that. In his cognition, something as important as a confession should be done in a grand gesture. That way, you could show the person you like just how much you liked them.
His uncle's confession was almost like it came out of the blue. But he also understood why he did that. Because it was simply that 'moment'. A moment when one just needed to bear open their feelings to the person they liked. If they didn't do that, then that moment would simply be lost and they probably wouldn't have another chance to tell that special person how important they were to them.
If he was in the same situation, he might also grab that moment and just confess the hell out of it.
"Then, how did Uncle Yue answer Uncle's confession?" he just asked.
"Well, he didn't. He was quite shocked that he didn't even managed to say anything," Shen Yi Mu said, scratching his cheek.