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
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
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?
In the drizzling courtyard, Roel’s body collapsed after he lost consciousness, but before it could hit the ground, an invisible hand propped it up and held it in mid-air.
The Witch Queen finally turned around to look at the sleeping black-haired man. With a wave of her hand, she moved his body to a nearby bench.
Usually, Roel’s manifested body would dissipate from the ancient god’s domain after he lost consciousness, and he would wake up in the real world shortly afterward. But this time around, his body showed no signs of dissipation at all.
There was a simple reason behind this anomaly—Roel had really just fallen asleep this time.
The Witch Queen had expelled Roel from her domain many times before, but this time, she had only cast a sleeping spell. In her domain, she was capable of pulling that off without catching Roel’s notice. The latter would wake up without noticing anything amiss.
But of course, that would happen only after the Witch Queen decided to send him off.
Amidst the drizzle, Artasia looked at Roel with a flickering gleam in her eyes, as if she was fearful or in a dilemma. Silence settled in the courtyard again. Rain fell relentlessly, pelting the plants in the courtyard.
It took ten whole minutes before she began to move.
“Think of it as compensation for then…”
Walking up to Roel, Artasia raised her hand to touch his cheek, only to stop the moment her fingertips came into contact with his skin. Her hands awkwardly stopped in midair for a few seconds before she slowly parted Roel’s hair.
Her cheeks reddened as she looked at Roel’s sleeping visage. Her eyes turned gentle. She took several breaths as her gaze slowly moved down to his lips.
“…”
There was another prolonged silence before the Witch Queen made up her mind and bent down. Her white hair cascaded like a waterfall, and her warm cherry lips glistened as if they were coated with honey.
The atmosphere heated up despite the cold weather. Not even the pattering raindrops could mask her rapid breathing. The distance between their lips
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