He and His Black Moonlight

The man slowly wiped the blood from his fingers, a pistol dangling between his index and middle fingers.

He enjoyed the thrill of a close-range headshot.

The corpse on the ground was Shen Jing’s masterpiece.

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His moves were always swift and clean, never dragging.

A gun, or a short knife.

If you only looked at his face, who would have thought that in my comic, he was a young, ruthless gang boss who killed without batting an eye?

Shen Jing’s voice was actually pleasant, husky with a hint of deep magnetism.

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Killing made him feel good.

His crimson eye corners were cold, long lashes lowered, and his dark, almost reddish eyes had abnormally dilated, trembling pupils.

That’s what he told me after the first time he killed someone in front of me.

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My presence hadn’t made Shen Jing restrain himself in the slightest; his bloodlust was as strong as ever.

He took my comic manuscript, saying he didn’t like the feeling that I could leave anytime.

Back then, I was blinded by love and followed him into the Northern Myanmar of the comic.

But as the days passed, I realized.

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He lifted his chin towards me, gesturing for me to come over: “Come here.”

Shen Jing strode over to the corpse, casually glancing at me.