Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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 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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 14
It was nearly 10PM when they got back from the hospital. Having used the spare time between each check up to have their dinner, they were not hungry.
He Jiang: “Have an early night, we will be taking promotional photos tomorrow and filming will commence the day after.”
But Shang Jing was not ready to end the night. Strategically slotting his fingers in between the door gap, he reminded He Jiang, “Dr. Zhang mentioned the use of games to stimulate my recovery.”
“That won’t be happening,” He Jiang rejected.
Even though he planned to woo Shang Jing back, it did not mean he had to agree to whatever he asked for.
Three years ago, they had dedicated most of their time together to playing games. With Shang Jing losing sleep after each and every one of those sessions, it would be safe to imply how tensed up he was during their interactions. In that case, how could they be sure he was losing sleep because of the game instead of him?
More importantly, how could Shang Jing feel secure around him with the wrong association in his mind? No wonder he still had his guard up against him even after losing his memories.
He Jiang was determined to not make the same mistake again.
“I can turn off the sound effects!”
He Jiang: “No.”
The double rejection effectively concluded their talk.
Shang Jing trudged back to his room dejectedly.
There’s no fun in playing this game alone. Why does He Jiang keep refusing my requests to play? I’m not even looking down on him for being a noob.
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The next day, Lin Lin personally came to the house to fetch the two young men for their photoshoot.
“Should we appoint an assistant for Xiao Jing?”
He Jiang was pouring some red dates and wolfberries tea into a thermo flask. Without looking at Lin Lin, he replied in a casual tone, “It’s enough with me around.”
Lin Lin: “...” You get three assistants to wait on you while you serve your wife?! What a way to save money for the studio.
He Jiang opened the car door to the backseat and waited for Shang Jing to get on before he did. Like a parent sending his child to the nursery for th
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