Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Horror Game Designer
Nightmare Assault
Zhan Yue
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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 491: Red
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1461- Tian Bing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 442 - No One Has Ever Dared To Fool Me
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1077: The Decisive Battle (4)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460.5- Lonely Intercepting Kill (4)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 740.1: There Aren't a Lot of Truths in This World That Ought to Be - Part 1
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3882: The Second Medicinal Garden
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1460- Lonely Intercepting Kill (3)
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 382: Identity
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 490: Three Choices
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 1076: The Decisive Battle (3)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1459- Lonely Intercepting Kill (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 441 - Antares Isn't All-Knowing
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 739: The Confused Daoist, the Mad Scholar
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 77.1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 489: Please Call Me Doctor Gao!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1458- Lonely Intercepting Kill (1)
I did not sleep well that night. Once again, I dreamed about the catastrophe that happened during the cruise. The ship spun around in the whirlpool, and I even saw Wu Miao drowning in the water. I struggled to help her, but it was as though I had been tied up; no matter how hard I tried, I could not do anything. Then I fell into the water and felt the wetness.
Something was tying me up, but I did not know what. I struggled to breathe as the restraints got tighter and tighter.
……
I jolted awake and saw the blank ceiling above me and felt the cool breeze from the window. I understood that it was probably sleep paralysis, and I only fell asleep after some time.
Shortly after what happened to Wu Miao, my sleep became even worse. I basically did not sleep and only stared blankly at the darkness. The feeling of emptiness I felt at that time was like a poisonous snake slowly swallowing my soul away and willpower away.
The next morning, I got up and wanted to wash up. As I got out of my room, I saw Tan Jiao coming out of the shared bathroom and became stunned by her appearance. The clothes she wore were the same as mine; the ones we got from the village. It seemed that she had washed her hair this morning, which was apparent from her untied damp hair. She also seemed to have put some effort into dressing up, sporting a grey-purple wool sweater on the outside while wearing the collared shirt on the inside with the collar showing. Matching that with her usual jeans, she looked particularly pretty this morning.
She walked toward me.
Then it felt somewhat awkward between us. Perhaps it was due to our little thing last night. She let out a smile when she was close and said, “Good morning, Ah Yu.”
“Morning.”
From the corner of my eyes, I noticed her walking down the stairs elegantly and at a slower pace. I felt she was not her usual self, but I could not put my finger on it.
When I finally went downstairs after washing up, I saw Tan Jiao and Fengyan sitting on the dining table making dumplings.
Fengyan greeted me with a bright smile when she saw me. “Did you sleep well?”
“Not bad.” Then my gaze turned to Tan Jiao. I found her trying to make a dumpling, but she was having a hard time.
“Ruying isn’t feeling well, so she didn’t come down to help. The others have things to do as well, so I got Tan Jiao to help me. Why don’t you give us a hand?”
Having no qualms, I washed my hands and sat down beside Tan Jiao to help. Then Fengyan left us to store some of the dumplings in the fridge, leaving the two of us alone. Tan Jiao was totally engrossed in making her ‘dumplings’. Her gaze was fixed, and she looked totally focused.
I felt like laughing when I saw the oddly-shaped, disproportionate dumpling in her hand. I did not think they should even be called dumplings, as they were more like meat in dough.
“Who do you think will eat those?”
She replied without looking up, “You.”
I was speechless. Then I picked up a piece of dumpling skin, made a dumpling, and placed it down.
“Wow, why does yours look so good? Are you even a man?”
“What nonsense.”
She let out a chuckle. Instead of making more dumplings, she just looked as I made them. “You’re so good at this. Be honest, you did this for many girls, right?”
“When I was young, my mother used to sell dumplings out of a food stand, and I would go help her after school.”
She did not say anything more.