Quick Transmigration: Live for You

1.0 The Villain Only Wants to Destroy Death Flags

"...ry..YOU STILL ACT LIKE A BABY!"

The first sight that greeted him was an angry voice from the man sitting indifferently in the head seat of a dining table. Beside this man, there was another man sitting opposite Ezra on the angry man's right. He looked gentle and elegant, but Ezra, who was sensitive to emotions, could feel that the man was cunning.

He could feel the slight disdain from the angry man sitting in the head seat, as well as a kind of supremacy exclusive to those who sit at the top of the world.

Ezra felt a pain in his ear from the sudden outburst. Not wanting to know the situation or the plot, he simply felt extremely annoyed.

Let's die.

{Wait, wait, h-host. HOST!!!}

Grabbing the fork at hand, he ruthlessly stabbed at his neck.

...And died.

Of course not. ^v^

He indeed tried, but was grabbed by the angry man before he could kill himself. The attempted suicide just left three bleeding holes in his neck~ That's all~

"Are you crazy?!"

The man in front of him was obviously scared. Hypocrite.

"Fuck." was Ezra's only response.

He was feeling dizzy. Unable to stay conscious, he was too lazy to try to stay awake. He fell unconscious into a pair of broad, warm hands. -_- He would rather not.

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He woke up in a hospital. But the room did not smell like disinfection, and the room looked pretty much like a hotel room.

Ah, it's a VIP hospital room.

Ah, damn rich men. (Author: Says the man who was a rich young master himself !~!)

"So you're awake now."

Ah, it was the damn rich man. Standing like a breathing artwork, with a face and body like that of Greek gods. Sharp eyebrows, aggressive eyes, thin pursed lips, straight nose, and the rest is just chiseled and chiseled and chiseled. And why on Earth would this man have silver hair and silver eyes? Why doesn't he just ascend to heaven? Western, not even Western people don't have silver hair and eyes. Damn! And he looks too good with those. And those eight packs. The shirt is definitely highlighting those perfect eight packs. I bet he also has a perfect mermaid line under his suit and a huge A-type, no SSS-type dic-

"Like what you see?"

The-- caught in the peeping act-- Ezra was interrupted with a drool on his face, but soon resumed drooling.

Kyaa~ He didn't pay attention before, but man~ that's some voice. Is that what you call bedroom voice, or the perfect sexy voice? So deep. So magnetic. The voice alone could make women pregnant. And maybe even men hehe~

But soon Ezra returned to normal. He expressionlessly wiped his drool off, acting as though he hadn't just drooled over a man.

Why, you ask? Simple, because this man's personality is shit. He actually forced him to commit suicide, isn't he a dick? (Author: Boy, ain't you the one who did all that just cus you were annoyed.)

Ezra didn't know the plot or his own identity, but he didn't panic; instead, he felt too lazy to know the plot or his own identity.

"Just cause you look like a Greek god does not mean that every fish in town would be a bitch in heat for you, old man."