Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
She randomly grabbed a set of pajamas and helped Song Shiyu put them on. She was just about to head to the kitchen to prepare some food when he suddenly asked, “Where are you going?”
“You barely touched the porridge on the table outside. Aren’t you hungry?” asked Ji Fanyin.
“… Are you going to cook for me?”
Ji Fanyin had to ponder for a moment before giving her response.
Ji Xinxin did cook at times though she isn’t good at it, so it should be fine to accept his request.
Paying him a visit → Showing concern → Making food. This should be the standard ‘taking care of an ill acquaintance’ procedure, right?
“Of course. You don’t trust my cooking skills?” asked Ji Fanyin.
“… No.” Song Shiyu was quiet for a moment before he asked awkwardly, “Will you come back after you’re done cooking?”
“Of course,” Ji Fanyin lied.
With those words, Song Shiyu returned to bed at ease.
Ji Fanyin had to ransack the barren kitchen in order to gather sufficient ingredients for a pot of egg congee with spring onions. By the time the aroma of porridge started wafting from the electric pot, Song Shiyu’s service hours were nearly up.
By then, he had already fallen into deep sleep under the influence of medicine.
So, Ji Fanyin switched the electric pot to ‘Heating’ mode lest her porridge turned cold. She took one last look at the clock and saw that there was another minute to go. She used this time to enter his bedroom and meticulously took out the next dosage of medicine for him so that he wouldn’t get it wrong again.
With that, her job was done. She walked out of Song Shiyu’s house coolly.
Will you come back after you’re done cooking?
Of course… not.
Words that are spoken in the midst of a dream—ah no, it should be service hours—can’t be trusted at all.
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Song Shiyu woke up at six the following morning. The sky was already starting to brighten up. There was no one else in his room, but the lit lamp and the pills sitting on his bedside table were evidence that someone had dropped by to visit him.
Possibly because he had finally eaten the medicine correctly t
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