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
Bang!
Shang Jing rolled off the bed and woke up in shock.
Was that a dream?
That was way too realistic.
Wait… What kind of dream was that?
As the memories of the dream replayed in his mind, a blush tainted his cheeks.
What happened in my dream does not count. It’s all He Jiang’s fault for mentioning something about filming or not earlier in the day, I have nothing to do with it.
Shang Jing consoled himself as he got up from the floor.
Suddenly, he froze.
After a few seconds, he rushed into the bathroom and locked the door.
Approximately 25 minutes later, Shang Jing splashed cold water onto his face in an attempt to put out the fire in him.
It was only 6.50AM, He Jiang should still be asleep. Like a thief, he sneaked out into the balcony with his newly washed underwear to dry it.
But just as he was about to hang it up onto the drying rack, a ruffling sounded from behind him.
He Jiang’s voice was hoarse and thick with sleepiness as he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing…” Shang Jing quickly stuffed the underwear back into his pocket and turned around naturally. “Why are you up so early?”
He Jiang poured some hot water into his cup. ‘“I have some work scheduled today. I’ll be leaving soon.”
“Oh… You’re such a busy man.” Shang Jing pressed on the bump in his pocket with his palm and walked past He Jiang with as much calmness as he could muster. He continued, “The weather looks good, I’ll go for a run.”
And off he went, leaving nothing in his wake.
400 meters away, after ensuring the house was out of sight from every angle, he approached a rubbish bin carefully, ready to get rid of the evidence.
It was no longer safe to dry his underwear at home.
But even after standing by the bin for a while, he still could not get past his embarrassment and muster up the courage to take out the wrung-dried underwear from his pocket.
Will I be treated as a pervert by the cleaning lady for throwing out my underwear so early in the morning?
Even though the cleaning lady will not know who the culprit is.
Thus, resulting in the scene where he visited three rub
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