Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 365: Two?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1249- Missing and progress
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 286: Benefits
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1248- Five things
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 978: Division and Unification
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 350 - Grinding Stones For Godly General Lin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 650: This Isn't The Final Farewell For Us
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 364: Cruel Self-Reflection
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 42.1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 285: Embroidered Shoes
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1247- Firm defence
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 977: Sentimentality
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1246- Source battle (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 649: On Whose Shoulders Will the Future of the Great Liang Dynasty Rest?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 284: Do You Believe Me?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 363: I Want Save All of Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1245- Source battle
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.3
Suppressing the urge to touch Tang Yu, Du Yuqing closed her eyes and sighed. When she opened her eyes again, the complicated emotions that previously resided in the depths of her gaze vanished.
Du Yuqing carefully leaned down and gently kissed the top of Tang Yu's hair, even slowing down her breath. She behaved as if Tang Yu truly belonged to her.
Du Yuqing's eyes dimmed momentarily, and she carefully got up and left the room, not wanting to disturb Tang Yu, who had finally fallen asleep.
…
In the dim room, everything Du Yuqing did was displayed on the screen and seen by a pair of light brown eyes. Four clenched her fists, completely unaware that her nails had sunken into the soft flesh of her palm, causing tiny bloodshot lines to appear.
…
On the other side, Yin Zhao-an didn't follow the small sedan that Tang Yu's kidnappers had driven away in. Or, more specifically, she didn't get to follow it as the scene changed abruptly.
In the blink of an eye, Yi Zhao-an found herself in a cold and damp basement, with Tang Yu barely clinging to life before her.
Tang Yu had many wounds on her body, and her breathing gradually weakened. Her pale, bleeding lips opened and closed, looking like she was murmuring something.
Yin Zhao-an leaned in to listen, and she could only hear Tang Yu repeating two syllables:
"An-An…"
An inexplicable anger rose in Yin Zhao-an's heart. She also couldn't understand why, despite "Yin Zhao-an" clearly not knowing how to cherish her, Tang Yu would still think of "Yin Zhao-an" at a time like this.
Suddenly, Yin Zhao-an noticed Tang Yu staring straight at her while struggling to raise an arm in her direction. Then, a faint smile of happiness appeared on Tang Yu's face as she said, "An-An... You... You've come."
Yin Zhao-an looked around in confusion. Besides herself and Tang Yu, nobody else was in the room. Could it be that Tang Yu was experiencing an illusion?
But Tang Yu's eyes were clearly looking in her direction!
Yin Zhao-an suppressed her startled feelings and walked slowly toward Tang Yu, wonder
…
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