Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Loser System and Berserker Me
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
My Iyashikei Game
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 195: Methods
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 273: Treatment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080.5- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings (2)
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 900: All Life (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1080- Cloud Peak occupying the rankings
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 305 - Tales About Lin Moyu
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 571: Discussing Business
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 215: On the City Walls
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 194: Guardians
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 272: Wan Jie
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1079- No Yellow Ball
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 899: Heaven and Man in One Body
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 304 - Instakilling The Opponent And Passing The Assessment
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1078.5- China's ten strongest mutated lifeforms (2)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3808: The Skyscraping World Opens
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 570.4: The Past is Nothing But a Memory - Part 4
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 5: ‘Calamity Online’, Coming Soon!
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 214: Allegiance
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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