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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
After a moment of poking at He Jiang’s abs like he was playing a piano, he cruelly commented, “The number is still lacking. There’s not even enough for me to lay all my fingers on.”
He Jiang tried his best to contain himself. “Ten-packs is really ugly.”
Something must be wrong with him for getting Shang Jing to massage him.
He Jiang flipped over to back-face Shang Jing. He was afraid he would have some undesirable reaction.
Soon, a comfortable pressure was placed on his shoulders. He Jiang let himself immerse in the soothing sensation but the force quickly disappeared.
Shang Jing: “I’m going to go borrow something.” He left the room in a hurry.
He Jiang was befuddled. Pulling a shirt over him, he chased after Shang Jing.
Is he being shy again?
Shang Jing ran down the stairs to the second floor where the other production team staff stayed and knocked on his cameraman’s door. “Big brother, do you have some red flower oil? He Jiang’s waist can’t make it.”
Earlier in the day, he had mentioned to him that it was not easy being a variety show cameraman, especially when they were paired with a celebrity who loved to run. As such, it was common for them to keep all sorts of medicines dealing with muscle ache and physical injuries.
Cameraman: “He Jiang’s waist can’t make it? That sounds serious.”
He hurriedly went back into the room to grab a bottle of red flower oil and handed it to Shang Jing. “I remember when I helped my mother harvest rice in the past, an entire day of work still did not render the need for red flower oil. You need to help him strengthen his kidney.”
He Jiang stood in the corridor silently and watched the little Puppy Shang spread rumors. He could not help letting out a sigh.
So be it. Let me enjoy Shang Jing’s service tonight first.
Shang Jing walked back to the room with the bottle of oil and drenched He Jiang’s back with it.
He Jiang: Is red flower oil free of charge?
Next, he applied pressure on He Jiang’s shoulders, massaging them. As the process continued, probably because the smell of the red flower oil was a li
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