Chapter 1: Male God? Male God Complex?

  Looking at the man in front of me, okay, I admit that he is a stunningly handsome man, a nation-toppling beauty, a femme fatale-like man. I have come to the following conclusion: At this moment, standing before my eyes is a male god, but at the same time, this is also a male god with mental illness.

  This male god's first words to me were: "Not even a stunning beauty, what can you use to entice me?"

  I'd rather die than be fooled by you, who do you think you are to make a lady like me fall for you? Moreover, apart from good looks, is there nothing else that can be used to fool others?

  Then curses will be cursed and appreciation will be appreciated.

  To be precise, this is a handsome man who seems to have walked out of a painting, or it can also be said that he is a rare person who should only exist in heaven and is rarely seen on earth.

  This person's appearance is extremely beautiful, so beautiful that it's androgynous; so beautiful that it's breathtaking and moving; so beautiful that some infatuated people will be completely smitten and fall head over heels in love at first sight.

  If it weren't for his attire and adornments, if it weren't for the sound of his voice, at first glance, I would have thought that I had encountered a breathtakingly beautiful woman.

  In fact, what I encountered was not a peerless beauty, but a peerless handsome man.

  Today is the first day I left my master and his wife to come to the capital city.

  Looking at the prosperous and flourishing Beijing, I was in a great mood. With this good mood, I went to the second floor of Wangjiang Tower to have a drink.

  It turns out I was just using drinking as an excuse to eat.

  That's not the point, the point is that I was eating my own meal peacefully, just because I happened to raise my head and inadvertently glanced down at the window, as a result, I ended up provoking this psychopath.

  The neurotic saw me below and came before me in the blink of an eye, with a speed as swift as a gentle breeze.

  I determined that this person is a neurotic because after seeing me, the first sentence he said was the one at the beginning of the article.

  I sized this person up and down, carefully examining them multiple times, to the point where I almost stripped them naked to inspect them inside and out. Yet, the conclusion I drew was that I had never actually known this individual in the first place.

  A person I've never met can say such nonsense, is he crazy or what?

  On second thought, this person may not be as neurotic as he seems, perhaps just overly self-absorbed.

  With this person's national color and heavenly fragrance, he often attracts a group of flies buzzing around him. As time goes on, it boosts his confidence, making him think that all the flies in the world are admiring his beauty and have ulterior motives towards him.

  Always being on guard is not a bad thing, but being overly cautious is certainly not a good thing.

  Just like this gentleman, he has already stepped half a foot from the realm of male god to the realm of male god complex.

  Watching a beautiful man more delicate than a flower fall like this, even without obligation, but out of humanitarian concern, I think I still need to remind him.

  There are many ways to remind, such as words and actions.

  As for me, the way to remind him is to directly take out a packet of powder and sprinkle it on him.

  What a pity! That flower-like face will probably take at least ten days or half a month to recover, of course, that's assuming the treatment is effective.