The Art of Wearing a Mask

[The outline has changed. I don't know much about Western fantasy, I'm devastated ( ??д?? )]

[Updates will resume after exams. I'll leave the Western fantasy chapters unlocked for now ψ(`??)ψ]

On some day in some month of some year, Zhao Chaoxin received orders from his superior to make contact with a young woman who seemed to have an unspeakable connection with a certain legendary lord...

But when he went to visit her, before he could even knock, he heard a loud crash from inside, apparently accompanied by shouting!

Driven by his sense of duty as a public servant, he swiftly kicked down the door and drew his gun,

shouting, "Nobody move!"

But when he saw what was inside, he couldn't help sucking in a sharp breath!

Among other things:

By the sofa, the moody, mysterious merchant lazily wiped down the coffee table;

In front of the television, the powerful, cold and aloof sword cultivator obediently swept the floor;

Right in the middle of the living room, the bewitching nine-tailed fox and the merciful Son of Light stared helplessly at the shattered vase, unsure what to do;

At that moment, everyone turned their gaze toward the uninvited guest...

Zhao Chaoxin, instantly left speechless, stammered out a greeting. "H-hello, my lords, hahaha..."

Just then, the bathroom door flew open, and the exquisitely beautiful young master of a reclusive clan stormed into the living room, shouting angrily, "How on earth do you fix the shower in the bathroom?!"

The study door opened right after. The Heaven Peeker, his eyes covered with white cloth, seemed gentle and refined but actually worshipped violent aesthetics. He "looked" toward the doorway. "Uh... where's Xiao Jin?"

Zhao Chaoxin died of social embarrassment on the spot!

What. Exactly. Is. This. Jin. Si?!

#You probably won't believe this, but I'm not close to any of them#

#I just thought many hands make light work...#

#Then I wanted my secret identities to come help clean the house thoroughly#

#Also known as: "The Woman Who Fearlessly Plucks Flowers Among So Many Lords, Wanders Through a Garden of Flowers Without Taking a Single Leaf" and "A Woman's Lips Are More Deceitful Than a Ghost's"#

A story featuring a whole series of events, including loving myself, killing myself, and being jealous of myself.

Theme: Even without knowing what lies ahead, I still won't give up.