He and His Black Moonlight

I really don’t understand what he’s trying to do now.

He was the one who killed me.

He was the one who had my blood drained.

He was the one who had my kidneys removed.

So what’s with that expression?

Shen Jing pressed his forehead against mine.

His hot breath instantly enveloped my face. I turned my head away in disgust, but his hand held me in place.

I had no choice but to meet his gaze.

“Yeah, I disappointed you.

“I didn’t die. I rolled around in hell and came back.”

Shen Jing’s expression was strange.

It was as if he couldn’t control two extreme emotions, crying and laughing, completely out of control.

This somewhat aligned with the “love-struck idiot” Shen Jing I’d created in my comic.

When I first drew that setting, it was because his true love had already died.

He had no attachments, which was why he could be so successfully evil.

But he already knew that Bai Man was his true love.

Why did he look at me as if I were his true love?