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
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1178- Shocking appearance: Luther People
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 20
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 34: New Map! The Underground Sewer and Slime!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 623: Old Friend From Younger Days
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
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 place He Jiang called home was a detached villa with a personal car garage.
Shang Jing surveyed the area silently.
It had adopted a minimalistic and elegant theme with smooth transitions between each room. Every detail was managed intricately with some classical elements infused within.
Shang Jing pursed his lips. This was not a place he was familiar with, it must not be somewhere he had visited before.
He Jiang brought him to a guest room on the second floor and took out a set of bed sheets from the cupboard. Throwing it onto the bed, he ordered, “You can stay here until you recover. After that, get lost.”
Shang Jing did not answer him. He asked, “Do you have towels?”
“Yes,” He Jiang deliberately added, “Soiled ones.”
After surveying the guest room bathroom, Shang Jing noticed it was not equipped with any toiletries. He asked, “Oh, can I shower in your room?”
Shang Jing's directness had shocked He Jiang. “No, you can’t.”
Shang Jing: “But I really want to take a shower.”
He Jiang: “Wait for Lin Lin.”
As expected of Lin Lin, she was very efficient. Within an hour, she had already purchased all the daily necessities Shang Jing would need. “The shoes and clothes would be sent over tomorrow morning.”
On hand, Shang Jing currently had a set of pajamas, towel, underwear, and some casual wear which he immediately threw into the washing machine to wash. By the time he was done with his shower, the washing was done. He casually transferred them into the dryer.
The pajamas were indeed fitting, but the underwear…
Shang Jing pulled at his baggy boxers, feeling a little insecure about his eggies.
Hmph. I’ve fallen into the trap. He Jiang must have done it on purpose.
Lin Lin had really purchased the largest size available. It would even fit a 90kg man easily. On Shang Jing, it looked more like baggy sports shorts than underwear.
This reminded him of an entry from the diary about a quarrel he had with He Jiang. It had mentioned that because of He Jiang’s male chauvinistic mindset, he was not allowed to wear shorts.
He stared at his own underw
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