Even Until Death, the Scum Gong Thought I Was a White Lotus

Xie Mu’s task was to make the s*um gongs fall in love with him. He skillfully disguised himself as a white lotus, delicate and pitiful, kind and naïve. Even if he became an existence thrown away by the slag gong like a cheap pair of shoes, it did not matter, because Xie Mu would quickly make him kneel and apologize, even willing to dig out his heart and present it on a silver platter. And once the slag gongs fell in love, he would, step by step, lead them into hell. What could be crueler than abandoning someone only to want them back and find out that they’ve become forever out of reach?