Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
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!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
What is happiness?
Each person had his own definition of happiness.
A starving beggar would be satisfied with just a morsel of food. An overworked employee would be overjoyed to be granted a break. A soldier fighting on the battlefield knew of no greater happiness than to be granted permission to return home.
Roel felt his heart filling up with bliss as he quietly gazed upon the fast asleep Lilian.
In the quiet bedroom, Lilian curled up beside Roel like a little cat. Her lips would rhythmically open and close along with her breathing, and her long eyelashes that sheltered her amethyst eyes trembled ever so slightly with her movements. She looked adorable.
Lilian’s beauty was cold and noble.
Unlike Alicia, her coldness came not from a lack of concern for others but an innate loftiness ingrained in her bones. Unlike Charlotte, her nobility stemmed not from her graceful demeanor but an overwhelming air of dominance.
Using a metaphor, she was reminiscent of a lone lotus that had blossomed at the edge of a snow mountain. Her beauty bewitching, but the threat of slipping over the edge and into the despair left none daring to approach.
This unique disposition of hers would only be reined in when she was asleep, but this secret was privy only to those whom Lilian deeply trusted.
Roel enjoyed watching the usually domineering princess dropping her guard and curling up like a little kitten. At the same time, he felt apologetic because he could tell that this wasn’t her sleeping position but an adjustment made to alleviate the discomfort she felt in her abdomen.
After having carried Lilian into the bedroom to inspect the ‘crime scene’, Roel felt a sudden rush of adrenaline irrepressibly racing through his body, but Lilian was already at her limits. She was still able to hold on previously due to her fluster of wanting to clean up the scene, but as soon her mind relaxed, the accumulated exhaustion and pain swiftly overwhelmed her.
Even for transcendents with an enhanced rate of regeneration, internal injuries were much more difficult to d
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