Heroic Death System (Bl)

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Shang Ke woke up on Rhine's bed and laid there in a daze. He had finally turned over to look when the sound of the bathroom door from behind him opened. He craned his neck to see Rhine exiting the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was made entirely of muscles, exuding power that was ready to be used at any given moment.

"You're awake?" Rhine made his way by the bed and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to eat anything? I will go have someone prepare it."

Shang Ke did not reply to any of his questions, he merely stared at him, his gaze roaming his body back and forth as he tried to find something.

"What's wrong?" Rhine asked in confusion seeing his strange state.

There wasn't a mole, this man didn't have a single mole anywhere on his body! This was simply not scientific! How can a person not have a single mole on their entire body?!

Shang Ke's instinct told him Rhine was the man he was trying to find. Especially after that last night, the feeling had grown even stronger. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gotten drunk and gone to bed with the wrong person, or indulged in passionate bed sports. However, Rhine's body just didn't bear the sign. After five worlds of his man having that one little mark, could this really be the exception?

Shang Ke was unwilling to give up. He pulled over Rhine's right hand and scrutinized it carefully.

Rhine allowed Shang Ke to grab his hand as his own eyes started to wander over his body.

After he carefully looked over the right hand, Shang Ke actually did find something unusual. In the hollow of his palm, there lay a veined pattern that was paler than the rest of his hand. He had thought it was just a part of the lines of his palm, but now that he looked closer, it appeared to be closer to old scar tissue.

"You were... injured here before?" Shang Ke raised his head, his eyes full of anticipation for the answer.

Rhine moved his gaze to his right hand and replied, "When I was young and learning how to assemble and install machines, I scratched myself there."

Shang Ke took a deep breath in his heart, then pointed at the hollow of his palm as he asked in the calmest manner possible, "Before you were injured, was there a mole here?"

Rhine nodded, "Hm, after it was treated, that mole also disappeared."

Disappeared, disappeared, dis-a-ppeared! Do you know how important that mole is? Your entire appeal drops by such a large chunk without that mole, you know? Without that mole and with your sense of supremacy, arrogance and forceful scum aura, who would like you!

These past two years, he had been so conflicted, worried, angered, confused and hateful of himself, all because this bastard cleared away his valuable mole!

The eyes Shang Ke used to look at Rhine became incomparably sharp and his nails stabbed into his palm. If it weren't for Rhine having thick skin, blood would already be flowing out of even, crescent-shaped markings.

Rhine had thought that Shang Ke was angry over bedding him last night, so he spoke very confidently, "Filmore, get used to my embrace quickly. Besides me, you will never have anyone to sleep with."

"......" Although Shang Ke had determined his identity, he still really wanted to give this guy a thrashing. Just thinking about how he had been forced before, Shang Ke felt that he should not let him off so easily.