Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
He Jiang: “Are you done watching them? Let’s go back.”
He hopped down from the rock and picked up Shang Jing’s sack. “Hurry up, don’t let your cold worsen.”
“You are such a jinx.” Shang Jing sniffled his nose. Ignoring his shattering self-esteem, he asked, “Are you going to accept my proposal?”
He Jiang would of course not tell him the agenda of his morning meeting. Calmly, he said, “It depends on your performance. To be honest, I am still not convinced you are capable of the coy wife role.”
Shang Jing’s eyes widened.
Oh! There’s hope! I knew it, no one would be unmoved by the attractive pay of a reality show!
“I definitely have the required acting skills!” At the very least, the film emperor himself had yet to notice my memory loss.
He Jiang: “Is that so? I’ll give you five days to prove yourself.”
Shang Jing stood on the rock and looked down at He Jiang condescendingly.
What does that mean? Does He Jiang want me to simp over him for five days before he agrees to the proposal? What a douchebag.
But a man should not be fixated on the little details.
Shang Jing closed his eyes and pictured what a coy wife should do. With much awkwardness, he called out, “H-hubby! Catch me!”
Hopping off the rock with his eyes closed, that was romantic…
“Wait!”
He Jiang quickly let go of the sack and spread his arms wide to receive Shang Jing. As their chests hit each other, the sound of their quickened heartbeats echoed around them.
The veins on He Jiang’s arms protruded out as he circled them tightly around Shang Jing’s waist. He seethed, “Do you think we are in the game? How can you jump off like that without looking?”
Shang Jing: “This isn’t even that high. Even if you didn’t catch me, I will still be fine.”
He paused.
What did He Jiang say?
Game?
The only memory he had recovered to date that had something to do with He Jiang was when they were playing a game. If he went a few rounds with him in that game, would it stimulate his brain and help him recover more of his memories?
But the issue was, what game did they play? He had seen He Jiang’s handphon
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