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
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
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Shang Jing continued his walk out of the kitchen and was met with a flustered Zhuang Qin surveying the area randomly. When the latter saw him, he ran over and offered, “Since He Jiang is not around, why don’t you join us for lunch?”
Shang Jing looked at the greenish patch under Zhuang Qin’s eyes. He was all too familiar with that. “Did you not sleep well?”
Zhuang Qin was stunned. He said, “Last night, I had to spend the night with Cen Feinuo in a room. I… couldn’t sleep at all.”
Shang Jing: “Since you are not used to sharing a room with someone else, why don’t you raise the matter up to the director and request for an additional room?”
“N-N-No!” Zhuang Qin waved his hands. His cheeks were flushed. “Cen Feinuo is a great guy. I just don’t want him to misunderstand things.”
Shang Jing remembered the hot topic on the day he and He Jiang announced their relationship. Out of curiosity, he asked, “Does Cen Feinuo really go to bed at 9.30PM?”
Zhuang Qin: “Mm… Yes. Cen Feinuo is such a good guy. He told me to go ahead and use my phone, and not worry about affecting his sleep. So I… played with my phone till 2AM. Let’s not dwell on this topic, come over for lunch.”
Shang Jing: “Ok, give me a second.”
He ran back to his room and counted the amount of money he had left. Keeping 100 yuan, he slotted the bills into an envelope to return to Cen Feinuo.
He was afraid if he did not return them soon, he would spend them on a whim, especially after seeing the unique makeovers of the other three teams. He was captivated by many of those little ornaments they got.
Zhuang Qin waited for him at the door and praised, “Your room looks so good.”
Just like the nuptial room he had seen in his parent’s old photos. It was really heartwarming.
Shang Jing puffed up with pride. “Right? I love this style.”
Cen Feinuo had not intended to showcase his cooking skills in the variety show, especially since all attention would be on him when he cooked. He wanted to leave more exposure opportunities to Zhuang Qin given the limited screen time allocated to each couple
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