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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3847: Facing an Immortal Exalt
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 361: The First Hour
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 282: Smile
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1241- Antidote and Sacrifice (1)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 41.1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1240- Deciding
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 347 - He Who Knows Himself And Knows His Enemy Need Not Fear The Result Of A Hundred Battles
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 647.1: That Sword Is Only 90% Complete From Start to End - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 281: Reports
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 360: Chaos Beyond Gods' Prediction
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.3
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1239- Reproduction Peak
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1238- Extortion
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.3: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 3
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3846: An Immortal Exalt’s Threats
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 280: Partner
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 359: Painter Gao Ming
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1237- Protection Fee
With the person in her embrace sound asleep, Yin Zhao-an dared not make any large movements. Even so, she could not stop her heart from pounding rapidly and her face burning up.
Yin Zhao-an did not know what mood she was currently in, but she knew she was experiencing tension like never before. This was also her first time feeling flustered in front of others.
The reason Yin Zhao-an leaned over to Tang Yu was just to close the gap between them and sleep while embracing each other, just like they used to. That was all she wanted to do, and she never meant to do anything more.
By now, Yin Zhao-an could no longer feel the warmth and soft sensation she had previously felt on her lips. However, the faint dairy aroma lingered in her nostrils, refusing to dissipate.
Tang-Tang's lips…are sweet.
Yin Zhao-an looked down at the sweetly slumbering visage, her heart trembling when she watched Tang Yu's tender lips rhythmically opening and closing ever so slightly.
It was only an accidental touch! Don't panic!
Yin Zhao-an closed her eyes and took deep breaths to calm herself. Unfortunately, no matter what she did, the heat on her face refused to subside.
…
Morning:
When Tang Yu woke up from her slumber, the spot next to her was already empty. Sitting up in confusion, she reached out to touch that spot, finding that it had long gone cold.
The clock by the bed showed that it was already 6.30 AM. Tang Yu normally woke up at six o'clock sharp, so, to her surprise, she had apparently overslept. Maybe it was because of Yin Zhao-an's presence that her subconsciousness had told herself that she wouldn't need to wake up so early to go to school?
…
When Tang Yu went downstairs, Yu Wanrou was in the middle of cooking porridge with century egg and lean meat, the smell spreading from the kitchen to the living room. There were also youtiao and soy milk on the dining table.
"Awake already, Little Yu?"
"Morning, Mommy," Tang Yu greeted.
"Mhm, morning," Yu Wanrou returned the greeting before wiping her hands on her apron and bringing a bowl of p
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