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
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 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
Kachak!
He Jiang continued to stand in the living room as Lin Lin pulled the door close behind her. Suddenly, a thought hit him and he rushed towards the guest room. Knocking anxiously on the door, he called out, “Shang Jing?”
The reason he had not heard the doorbell was due to his fatigue from an entire day of filming in the sea that left his limbs sore. Moreover, the only person who would knock on the door at this time of the day was Lin Lin. Knowing she had the key to his house, he would usually ignore it even if he heard it.
But the guest room Shang Jing was staying in was closer to the main door. Why was he not awoken by all the ringing? Could he have fainted?
To be exposed to the strong sea breeze after a car accident then visit a supermarket after, he would not be surprised if he was down with a fever.
He Jiang furrowed his eyebrows together. Without waiting for an answer, he decided to enter.
Creak…
The door to the guest room opened with a twist of the door knob.
A wave of dismay hit He Jiang.
Is this ungrateful brat trusting me too much?
The curtains in the room were drawn, blocking any sunlight from shining in. He Jiang turned on the lights.
Shang Jing was lying on the queen-sized bed situated in the middle of the room. His overly loose underwear and sides of his shirt had rolled upwards to reveal his milky white skin.
But the first thing that caught He Jiang’s eye was the deep cut on his calf. Judging from the color of the wound and condition of the scab, the wound had been sustained approximately five or six days ago. He could have hurt himself by accident when he was in the US.
After a night of healing, the bruises from the car accident had also risen to the surface of his joints. Shang Jing’s wrist, knees, and waist were all covered in large purple patches, like a bowl of mutilated tofu with holes burnt into them.
He Jiang’s heart skipped a beat as he pictured Shang Jing rolling on the ground after being hit by the car.
His heart softened.
He couldn’t do it, He Jiang admits.
To keep Shang Jing by his side and tortur
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