He unbuttoned two buttons of his suit and took out another identity card from the inner pocket.
Two identity cards, identical in appearance. The one he just showed Mu Qiu was fake, seemingly neat and proper, but—
He rubbed his thumb over the last stroke of the last character, leaving a black mark on the white paper.
After wiping it, he looked up at the camera, revealing a habitually semi-permanent smile.
[I'm... so damn in love with this man!!!]
[Damn! That's so thrilling!]
[Just staring at the camera while slashing at Mu Qiu's neck really shocked me]
[Can I request one of these perverts for everyone? I'm willing to pay the shipping]
[So, what exactly is Brother Cheng's identity?]
[Suit-clad noble, pervert, is there more to this story]
[I was just crying because Brother Cheng was getting so close to Mu Qiu... Turns out the first pitfall was Mu Qiu herself]
[This kind of man is so thrilling!!! Mom, I want to marry him!]
