Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 941: Fortune
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1166- Terrifying Sprites
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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