Lu Chenzhou, the empire's youngest iron law officer, received a top-secret mission, and his primary object of observation was actually his soon-to-be-marriage fiancé—Bai Yan, the omega of the Xiveer family who was known for his gentleness and meekness.
Everyone thought it was a no-brainer. Until Lu Chenzhou discovered old marks on the inside of his fiancé's wrist that only top combatants would leave; until the abnormal scan of the space station was subtly synchronized with the trembling of Bai Yan's eyelashes.
When the lights in the auction hall suddenly went out, Bai Yan, who always had a timid look in his eyes, tore open the pursuer's mecha hatch with his bare hands amidst the chaos that filled the air. He turned around, the ends of his eyes were stained crimson with passion, and the glimmer of the energy blade in his hand was as cold as stars, pressing against Lu Chenzhou's throat.
"Sir Lu," he asked softly, his amber eyes no longer soft, only as calm as the abyss, "Now, what do you think-"
"Who's going to mark whom?"
