Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Zhan Yue
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1428- Secret of killing level nine lifeform
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1427- Splitting level nine materials (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 724.1: Man Is Not Free in the World - Part 1
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1426- Splitting level nine materials
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 70.2
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1061: Breaking Through the Formation (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1425- Selling corpses
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 425 - Fused Skill: Lightning Deathwings
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 723: Show Love and Respect as Good Brothers Should
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 369: Health Check Form
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 469: Starting
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1424- Ruler equipment
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 70.1
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1060: Breaking Through the Formation (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1423- Three crowns
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 424 - Show More Respect To Godly General Lin
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 722: Father and Daughter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1422- Soul Burning Embers
At the time, all Zhao Yu knew was his mind had gone blank, and he had subconsciously given Gao Rang a fist to the face. The punch also seemed effective, as Gao Rang instantly sobered up and apologized. Even so, Zhao Yu was more or less revolted by the event.
"Are you not mad at me anymore?" Gao Rang cautiously asked, behaving like a child who had done something wrong. He was so nervous that he didn't even know where to put his hands.
"It'd be great if you have someone to pursue romantically, Big Bro. It's not good to drink away your worries," Zhao Yu said and pursed his lips. Then, he mentally said, You are even prone to hallucinations and targeting the people around you.
Gao Rang paused. Then, he silently nodded, his heart full of bitterness.
"By the way." Handing the black paper bag in his hand to Gao Rang, Zhao Yu said, "I asked about the prescription of your glasses before, so I bought a pair for you today while I was getting my eyesight checked."
Gao Rang, who had long bought a new pair of glasses for himself, was a little flattered by this gift. He had thought Zhao Yu would stop talking to him completely after that incident.
After accepting the paper bag and feeling how heavy it felt, Gao Rang looked inside and saw that the glasses Zhao Yu bought were stored in a wooden casing.
"Thank you..."
"No problem," Zhao Yu said while awkwardly rubbing his nose. Then, his gaze shifting away, he said, "I'll be going first, then. You can carry on with your work, Big Bro."
Gao Rang initially had something he wished to say to Zhao Yu, but seeing the latter leave in a hurry, he eventually decided to swallow the words he wanted to say.
…
A certain someone still had her mind in the clouds because the person she cared about the most had kissed her, and she was completely oblivious to the fact that she had a visitor.
After getting thoroughly ignored for a good moment, Zhao Yu helplessly shook his head and said, "I'm here, Brother Zhao."
"Huh? Oh..." Yin Zhao-an promptly snapped out of her daze. Then, she looked at her visitor and asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"
"?" Zhao Yu's expression froze. Then, he wryly smiled and asked, "I might have come uninvited, but at least I came with good intentions, right?"
"Ah, sorry, sorry," Yin Zhao-an apologized, a silly smile on her face.
Wang Zhen was quite familiar with Zhao Yu. When she saw him entering, she nodded at the boy before taking the initiative to vacate the ward.
After Zhao Yu took a seat by the bed and saw that the smile on Yin Zhao-an's face had yet to fade, he couldn't help but say, "You look to be in a good mood today, Brother Zhao."
Yin Zhao-an promptly retracted her smile when she heard Zhao Yu's comment and became serious for a second. Then, she faked a cough as she looked at Zhao Yu curiously and asked, "Uh... Let me ask you something."
"What is it?" Zhao Yu asked in confusion.
"Well..." Yin Zhao-an hesitated, finding the question she wanted to ask a little embarrassing. She even felt a bit shy to ask such a question.
"?!" Zhao Yu shuddered and got goosebumps when he saw Yin Zhao-an's bashful behavior. He never knew Yin Zhao-an knew how to be shy, and he couldn't help but find this situation very awkward.
Eventually, Yin Zhao-an overcame her hesitation and candidly asked, "Well, I just want to ask, what's it like to be kissed by someone you care about a lot?"
Although Yin Zhao-an never named anyone specifically, Zhao Yu quickly put a face to Yin Zhao-an's "someone" in his mind.
"Kissed where specifically?" Zhao Yu asked as he leaned forward slightly, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Yin Zhao-an paused for a moment when she heard Zhao Yu's question. Then, she looked at the other party in mild disgust and said, "Where else? Of course, it is just a kiss on the face."
"Oh..." Zhao Yu was deeply disappointed by the answer he got. Then, he quickly began to ponder Yin Zhao-an's question in earnest and said, "What does it feel like to be kissed by someone you care about... How would I know? I've never had such an experience before."
After saying so, Zhao Yu quietly rolled his eyes and mentally complained, Don't you know who I care about the most?
"Then... Have you heard about someone else having such an experience before? I've never heard about it, and I can't really ask around right now," Yin Zhao-an said, sighing as she leaned back against the headboard.
Heard about... Zhao Yu rested his chin on his hand and began to think carefully over Yin Zhao-an's question. If it's kissing...
Suddenly, Zhao Yu recalled the accident that day, the wet tongue that smelled of alcohol, and the strong hands that had clamped his own hands behind his back...
When Yin Zhao-an saw Zhao Yu's face suddenly turn bright red, she couldn't help but applaud him for his imagination. How deeply had he immersed himself in his imagination for him to be fascinated to such an extent?