Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
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?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Jiang Cheng lay on his bed alone at dawn. He snuggled his hands into his blanket, placing them stably between his chest and stomach.
Fatty still slept in the living room outside the bedroom. The key difference was Jiang Cheng didn’t close the bedroom door.
Fatty was really scared. He tossed and turned on the couch. In the end, he moved the couch to the bedroom door. That way, once he opened his eyes, he could see Jiang Cheng inside the room. However, this scared Jiang Cheng instead. Once he turned his head, he could see a giant head outside his bedroom door and, sometimes, a wide pair of eyes staring at him. Thankfully, Jiang Cheng didn’t pay Fatty much attention. His breathing evened out, and he fell asleep.
Seeing how soundly Jiang Cheng slept, Fatty felt safer. Or rather, he felt safer whenever he was around Jiang Cheng. Fatty’s eyelids started to droop, and his consciousness blurred.
In the morning, a strange sound woken up the sleeping Fatty. He turned around, and several seconds later, he opened his heavy lids. In his eyes, Jiang Cheng in the bedroom was gone. The sleepiness vanished. Fatty sat up instantly.
CREAK
The sound came from downstairs.
Moments later, Fatty found Jiang Cheng downstairs. The latter was moving the cabinets that held the patient’s records. Fatty astutely went to help. “Doctor,” Fatty applied force, and he said, “You can leave jobs like this to me. You don’t need to do it yourself.”
After that, Fatty went to use the bathroom and then rushed into the kitchen to prepare Jiang Cheng’s breakfast. Fatty woke up late, so he only prepared two simple bowls of cereal and a glass of milk. Worried that he lacked nutrients, he boiled two eggs for Jiang Cheng. After Jiang Cheng ate everything, Fatty felt much better.
“Doctor, are you full?” Fatty asked as he cleaned the table, “Do you want me to fry an egg for you? I bought a nice BBQ sauce lately.”
“I’m full.”
“Then, Doctor, you should rest.” Fatty carried the dishes to wash them in the kitchen. The first thing Fatty did when he came down
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