Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
Nightmare Assault
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 298: Not Your Mother
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 220: Elder
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1126- Choose or be chosen
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1125- Sudden Collapse
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 593: Uncle and Nephew (5)
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 297: I'm Just a Child
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 219: Attraction
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1124- Are you kidding
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 923: Interference
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1123- Finding help
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 592: Uncle and Nephew (4)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 19: Rat Stampede! The Monsters Are Sieging!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 296: Thirteen
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 218: History
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1122- Breaking Free
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 922: Duel
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1121- Black Mist Formation
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 591: Uncle and Nephew (3)
It was only when an alarm sounded from Ji Fanyin’s bag that he finally snapped out of his trance.
Bai Zhou glanced at her bag and ordered, “Silence it.”
This time, Ji Fanyin didn’t fulfill Bai Zhou’s request patiently as she had all this while. She calmly showed him the time on her watch and said, “Your reservation has to come to an end.”
It was now 8 o’clock. Even the most luxurious pumpkin carriage would have to disappear once her service came to an end.
Bai Zhou: “…”
There was a nasty look on his face, reminiscent of a kid who got his gaming console confiscated before he could save his progress.
Ji Fanyin took out her phone and killed the alarm before turning her body toward Bai Zhou. Her action caused their knees to inevitably knock together in the narrow neoprint booth.
Bai Zhou immediately darted backward as if he had gotten something dirty on him, shouting, “What are you doing?”
“I would appreciate it if you would let me pass,” said Ji Fanyin politely. “I have a facial at eight-thirty. I don’t like to be late for my appointments.”
She gestured toward the doorway of the narrow neoprint booth with a glance.
There was only one way out of this neoprint booth, and Bai Zhou was blocking it with his huge body. How was she supposed to leave if he didn’t give way?
“Or do you not want me to go?” she casually teased.
Those words were effective at provoking Bai Zhou. He shot a vicious glare at Ji Fanyin before rising to his feet and striding out.
While walking off, he didn’t forget to turn around and threaten her, “Don’t you dare utter a word about what happened today to anyone else. Otherwise, I’ll let you know what regret is!”
“Don’t worry, I am a professional.” Ji Fanyin was unfazed by Bai Zhou’s threat. She tidied up her slightly messy hair a little before adding on, “No one will know unless you tell others on your own accord like Song Shiyu.”
Bai Zhou felt contempt for the false strong front she was putting on. “You need not put on such an act. There’s no one who doesn’t know that you like Song Shiyu.”
Ji Fanyin wasn’t too bo
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