Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 894 - Primordial Dragonoid's Might
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 751- I didn't bring money
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 773: Celebration
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 202 - Prerequisite Mission Of The True Fire God's Palace
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.03 - Northern District's Mist
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 263: You Betrayed Me
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 412.1: Clearwater Mountain - Part 1
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 246.2: Prosperity, Report to My Room Tonight… (2)
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 927: Hell in Immortal Pharma
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 36: Killing the Caesar
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 262: One Will Suffice
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 750- Heaven on the left, hell on the right
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 893 - Hephaestus's Flame
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 749- One step board
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 772: Major Victory
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 201 - Strange Flower; Fire God's Key
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.02 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 071: Kong Xuan’s Disappointment
After a moment of poking at He Jiang’s abs like he was playing a piano, he cruelly commented, “The number is still lacking. There’s not even enough for me to lay all my fingers on.”
He Jiang tried his best to contain himself. “Ten-packs is really ugly.”
Something must be wrong with him for getting Shang Jing to massage him.
He Jiang flipped over to back-face Shang Jing. He was afraid he would have some undesirable reaction.
Soon, a comfortable pressure was placed on his shoulders. He Jiang let himself immerse in the soothing sensation but the force quickly disappeared.
Shang Jing: “I’m going to go borrow something.” He left the room in a hurry.
He Jiang was befuddled. Pulling a shirt over him, he chased after Shang Jing.
Is he being shy again?
Shang Jing ran down the stairs to the second floor where the other production team staff stayed and knocked on his cameraman’s door. “Big brother, do you have some red flower oil? He Jiang’s waist can’t make it.”
Earlier in the day, he had mentioned to him that it was not easy being a variety show cameraman, especially when they were paired with a celebrity who loved to run. As such, it was common for them to keep all sorts of medicines dealing with muscle ache and physical injuries.
Cameraman: “He Jiang’s waist can’t make it? That sounds serious.”
He hurriedly went back into the room to grab a bottle of red flower oil and handed it to Shang Jing. “I remember when I helped my mother harvest rice in the past, an entire day of work still did not render the need for red flower oil. You need to help him strengthen his kidney.”
He Jiang stood in the corridor silently and watched the little Puppy Shang spread rumors. He could not help letting out a sigh.
So be it. Let me enjoy Shang Jing’s service tonight first.
Shang Jing walked back to the room with the bottle of oil and drenched He Jiang’s back with it.
He Jiang: Is red flower oil free of charge?
Next, he applied pressure on He Jiang’s shoulders, massaging them. As the process continued, probably because the smell of the red flower oil was a li
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