Muderer (The Killer)

Annie knew from the first time she met Wen Wen that he was her natural enemy. The second time Wen Wen met Annie, he witnessed the entire villa being drenched in blood. Annie: Dear Mr. Wen, I need a quiet place to create. You know I'm an artist. Wen Wen: Only if you agree to use a different kind of paint. P.S. This is a tragic romance between a cross-dressing pervert and a fake Taoist priest. P.P.S. This story isn't angsty. It's dark, but really, it's not angsty. I'll update daily at first. If people leave comments, I'll keep updating daily. If not, updates will depend on my mood. P.P.P.S. This story switches from first person to third person. I'm truly sorry if you can't get through it. Please don't throw bricks at me, really. If the story gets locked, I'll pin an update in the author's note at the end of the next chapter. Please don't ignore the author's notes, really. The author is sensitive, so please don't report me, everyone TAT