Lu Qi had a naturally soft temperament. He only lost his temper once in more than twenty years, and that was when he sent his ex-boyfriend to the hospital.

Because his ex-boyfriend had a white moonlight, and when he couldn’t get what he wanted, he used him as a substitute.

It was said that the white moonlight was gentle and kind, and even his name was as soft as a little white flower, a Mary Sue. Lu Qi was 80% similar to him. 30% similar in looks, and 50% similar in temperament.

Then, Lu Qi really saw the legendary white moonlight.

The man was sitting at the intersection of light and shadow. He had a handsome profile and a tall, straight figure. His long legs were crossed, his black shirt had two buttons open at the collar, and the hair falling over his forehead covered his eyebrows. When he looked up, his eyes were narrow like those of a fox, with the dazzling lights and shadows of the bar gleaming in them.

Lu Qi hesitated for a long time, and while the scumbag was going to the bathroom, he cautiously walked over and warned him that there might be something wrong with the drink he just drank.

The white moonlight held his chin and chuckled, looking Lu Qi up and down with his charming eyes. “Is that so? He did something to the wine?”

Lu Qi blinked, feeling that they looked nothing alike. The scumbag might have a problem with his eyes.

The white moonlight walked straight toward the scumbag, and Lu Qi found that the white moonlight was even half a head taller than him. Then the white moonlight, who was said to be weak and defenseless, raised his long leg and kicked the scumbag in the waist and sent him flying.

Well, Lu Qi thought, they still had some similarities. For example, they both kicked the scumbag in the same spot.

. . . . . .

When he was a boy, Mu Nanqiao disguised himself as a little white rabbit in order to protect himself.

He pretended to be gentle, kind, and soft.

He watched with cold eyes as some idiot used despicable means to approach him in disguise. That idiot still thought he had deep feelings for him.

How could there be a pure soul in this world?

In the end, the idiot actually found one.

And he sent that person to Mu Nanqiao.

He was not a rabbit, but a deer. His eyes were crystal clear, and when he lost his temper, he would use his antlers to hit people.

So cute. Mu Nanqiao ran his tongue across his canine teeth and wanted to take the deer back to the fox’s den.