The Armed Big Shot’s Sickly Young Master Is a Lunatic

[Dual male leads + feral thug top + sickly, twisted young master + equally matched leads + redemption + seductive teasing + size difference + armed thugs + scheming] Han Yu pressed his bloodstained fingertips against Xiao Yan’s chest. The dark golden Qiongqi tattoo seemed to swallow the blood on his fingers. “My father wants me dead, and my brother wants me alive. Which side will you choose?” “Does the young master want to live or die? Or would you rather know which one I want you to choose?” “Why not choose me?” “But you’re a little madman.” “Madmen are better.” “He dyed his flag red with blood, turning himself into the most tempting bait.” On that stormy night, Xiao Yan rescued the frail young master of the Han family. Pale skin, bloodied lips, even the way blood droplets trembled on his lashes: every detail was a carefully designed trap. It wasn’t until the young man turned around and slit his enemy’s throat, then hooked his bloodied fingertips around Xiao Yan’s waist knife, that Xiao Yan saw the poison-coated blade hidden beneath that porcelain-white skin. When the sickly beauty tore away his pallid disguise to reveal poison-fanged teeth, the deadly gamble finally showed its scarlet underside. Though countless eons pass, deeds do not vanish. When causes and conditions converge, one must reap what one has sown.