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
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
"Should we take this back?" Mo Shu asked as she pointed at the plump succulent. The succulent was something they picked up from the road in the residential area, and a florist must have accidentally dropped it while transporting it. If they hadn't picked it up, a passing vehicle would have most certainly crushed it, which would be a pity.
"Let's take it back; it won't be much of a hassle," Chen Ci answered.
…
The afternoon classes were dull, and Yin Zhao-an was mentally exhausted by the time she returned home.
Yin Zhao-an walked straight to the bedroom but heard a strange sound when passing by the studio. Immediately, she grew alert and stopped in her tracks.
"Ah... You can't… Stop... Someone, hel—mm!"
Yin Zhao-an's eyes widened, and she hurriedly pushed the door open. Her heart felt like it was about to burst. She thought she would see a sight that would make her angry enough to want to kill someone, but what she saw inside was...
…Tang Yu, gasping for breath in front of the condenser microphone, with an expressionless face.
Tang Yu had already stopped recording the moment Yin Zhao-an opened the door. When she saw her beloved walking over to her with a powerless look, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
Yin Zhao-an weakly embraced Tang Yu, her heart gradually calming down when she felt the bundle of warmth in her arms. Then, she asked, "What are you doing?"
Tang Yu could tell Yin Zhao-an had most likely misunderstood her actions, so she gently patted her beloved's back and said, "I'm recording a play."
"You can't record this kind of thing!" Yin Zhao-an suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with anger. But when she saw Tang Yu's sincere eyes, her anger waned. After all, this was Tang Yu's interest. What qualifications did she have to tell Tang Yu to abandon it?
Meanwhile, Tang Yu smiled and asked, "What can't I record?"
"You can't record something so explicit," Yin Zhao-an said, her voice sounding less firm than before. It was as if she would give in so long as Tang Yu insisted even a little more
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