Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 972: Searching for the Star Radiant Gate
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 345 - Not Qualified To Speak To
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 40.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 646.1: A Sword That Subverts the World - Part 1
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 278: Control
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 357: Survival Based on Memories
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1234- Su Race
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 971: Advancing Another Step
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1233- Represent Earth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.2
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 344 - Giving No Chances
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3845: The Cloaked Old Man
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 645: So What if You're the Number One Person in Sword Dao?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 356: The Most Special Me
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 277: Enough
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
"I can't even protect myself, so how am I supposed to protect you?" Luo Minghuan said, her voice so soft that it sounded like she was talking to herself. Her voice also carried hints of self-ridicule.
Hearing Luo Minghuan's self-loathing words, Jun Zishu couldn't help but pity the other party. Luo Minghuan should've been someone admired by many with her talents and beauty. Yet, here she was, trapped in the cage known as sickness, slowly rotting away.
"I'll protect you, then." Jun Zishu walked up to Luo Minghuan and looked up at the other party, an energetic expression on her face. "I'm very strong! Even Erniu can't beat me in a fight! If someone bullies you in the future, just tell me! I'll beat them back for you!"
After saying so, Jun Zishu puffed up her cheeks and swung her little fists around.
"Hah! You want to protect me? How old are you even?"
Luo Minghuan poked at Jun Zishu's cheeks with her fingers, the remaining baby fat providing those cheeks with a soft and comfortable sensation.
"I'm 17 already! I'm very, very big!" Jun Zishu said while gesturing, trying very hard to prove that she wasn't a child.
"You're still a kid," Luo Minghuan said as she poked Jun Zishu's cheeks again, her mood brightening significantly. In her opinion, the girl in front of her might be 17 years old, but she had the appearance of a 15-year-old and the heart of a 7-year-old.
"I'm not! Why are your hands so cold? Here, I'll blow on them for you."
Jun Zishu could feel that the fingers poking her cheeks were really cold. Her thoughts were further reaffirmed when she grabbed those fingers in her hands.
Afterward, Jun Zishu enveloped Luo Minghuan's hands with her own and began blowing hot air into them. Then, she began rubbing her hands against Luo Minghuan's, creating heat using friction.
Luo Minghuan was stunned. The warmth flowing into her hands gave her a foreign feeling. Though, the sight of the young girl earnestly trying to warm her hands was incredibly cute.
Compared to her sickly pale hands, the younger girl's milky white hands
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