Luo Cao always thought he was nothing but a weed, growing wild. Besides worrying about his next meal, he had to worry about the pots and jars at home accidentally getting smashed for being remnants of feudalism. And, of course, if he had any time left, he had to hurry up and find a partner.
Today, the old almanac said it was a good day to confess, and that escape was in sight. Luo Cao believed it, and ended up not only failing at his confession, but also getting a troublesome big shot thrown at him along with a potted plant?
Even if life forces me to treat the big shot to a meal, I'll face it bravely (smile).
Blurb Two:
A sexy (crossed out) advertisement for the protagonist's true identity:
Others may think you're a weed, but I'll treasure you in the palm of my hand.
Maybe it's an heirloom covered in dust, maybe it's a childhood toy that's dirty and worn. Please don't despise it or hurt it. There might be a crying soul inside, one that has been with you for a long time...
I'm the young master of Baicao Collection. We buy these things back. I'm a professional!
The advertising effect:
"Will you take me?"
"...Get lost!"
P.S. A little crime, a little silliness, a little sweetness. Best enjoyed with afternoon tea.
Also known as: Holy Crap, I'm Not Your Long-Lost Brother and The Lemon-Flavored Baicao Collection
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