
The living King of Hell from the capital, Zhou Moshí, suddenly arrives in Hong Kong.
The major merchants in Hong Kong seize the opportunity and eagerly send their daughters to his side, hoping to gain even a sliver of connection—who wouldn't want to take a bite out of the massive mainland market cake?
Some say this King of Hell is ruthlessly ascetic, turning away young ladies and elegant socialites alike by shutting the door in their faces, and finally dismissing them with: "Noisy."
Others say this lord is sinister and ruthless, utterly unreasonable; after smashing the crown prince's venue, he merely smiles arrogantly: "Useless."
Until that night, on that street.
Her deliberate provocation is enchantingly vivid.
Zhou Moshí catches a glimpse like a startled swan, and from then on, he loses his entire heart.
The enchanting woman, her eyes full of drunken allure, hooks her arm around his shoulder and lazily reaches out to pluck the cigarette from his lips.
Her glistening red lips cover the spot he just bit, carrying a distinct hint of suggestion.
The most captivating are her peach blossom eyes—
With just a gentle ripple, the depths of her gaze are filled with stars across the sky.
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Later on, someone personally witnesses the rumored tyrannical and arrogant living King of Hell, in the thick ink of the night, carrying a pair of high heels.
And the enchantress in his arms, barefoot and stepping on the tips of his shoes, kisses him.
Soft misty light sprinkles on his side profile, full of deep affection.
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If my life is as obscure as a long night,
Then you are my star. —Zhou Moshí