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
Yin Zhao-an hung up the phone in a huff. However, when she looked up and saw her mother looking her way, she quickly swallowed her anger, leaned back against the bed, and closed her eyes.
Moist and messy hair, flushed cheeks, a loose bathrobe that revealed the collarbones, moist and gleaming eyes that looked around at a loss...
"Dammit..." Yin Zhao-an cursed under her breath and raised her eyes to cover her ears which were starting to heat up. Then, she opened her eyes and stared at the white ceiling, the images in her mind lingering and continuously appearing in front of her eyes.
There was an answer within her heart, ready to come out. However, it was smothered by an unknown resistance before it could do so.
Turning to stare at the bright lights outside the window, Yin Zhao-an started to have a vague idea of what she truly desired…
…
Tang Yu wore a black baseball cap and a light gray shirt to the hospital, the hem of the shirt neatly tucked into her black pleated skirt. She carried two plastic bags in her hands, one holding two freshly baked custard buns and the other holding a bowl of lotus seed congee.
Tang Yu appeared in Yin Zhao-an's ward without warning, startling Yin Zhao-an, who had yet to brush her teeth and tidy up her appearance.
When Wang Zhen saw her daughter hiding under her quilt, she shook her head in exasperation.
"Good morning, Auntie," Tang Yu said, smiling sweetly as she handed the bag holding the custard buns to Wang Zhen.
"What brings you here so early, Little Yu? Have you had breakfast yet?" Wang Zhen asked as she accepted the breakfast and pulled Tang Yu over to sit on the sofa, her face full of affection.
"I've had my breakfast already," Tang Yu answered. Then, when she noticed through the corner of her eyes that Yin Zhao-an was still hiding under the quilt, she placed the congee on the coffee table and deliberately turned up her volume as she said, "I bought this for An-An, but I don't know if she'll like it or not."
Upon hearing herself being mentioned, Yin Zhao-an poked her
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