Summary
I am the Most Romantic Assassin of the Jianghu. When I went to assassinate that precious, pampered young master, he was in the bath. I seized him by the throat and asked, “Any last words?” The young master trembled all over. With red-rimmed eyes, he asked me, “Brother, can I not die?” I sneered. “Not that. Pick something else.” Still crying softly, he rose to his feet and kissed me. “Brother, I’ve never done it before. Can I have you?”