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!
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
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
I looked up at her and was greeted by her tender gaze. When she was calm, her gaze seemed like she could accept all of you. Yet, when she was excited, she would be adorable like a rabbit or a child.
I continued to make some more dumplings and said, “If you’re not going to make more dumplings, then go help…” Before I finished my sentence, I felt her finger touch my face. I raised my face with my brows slightly knitted and saw her playful smile coupled with her raised finger with flour on it. I wiped my face, and sure enough, there was flour on it.
“Don’t fool around.” Though I said that, I could not help but let out a smile when I saw her sparkling eyes. Right then, she became even more playful and pressed two of her hands on my face.
Her hands were all over my face. My cheeks, forehead, and nose. I grabbed both her hands and looked at her. She was now standing between my legs, face glowing red as her eyes looked somewhere else.
“I was just playing…” she muttered. I let go of her hands, but she immediately came back again. This time, she went with the back of her hands. “I’ll help you clean your face…”
Her soft hands were cool to the touch, but they were very comfortable. My posture was somewhat stiff, as she was very close to me. Her face was merely inches away from mine. I knew that if I reached out, I could totally have her sitting on my lap.
My throat felt dry, and even the air coming out from my nostrils felt a bit hot. Yet, Tan Jiao seemed so focused as she cleaned my face. I would see her sometimes through her hands, and I was not sure what she felt.
Knowing that I could not let her keep doing this, I waved her hands off, turned my face, and said, “Alright, alright. Let’s get back to making the dumplings.”
Unexpectedly, she held my chin and turned my face toward her.
No woman had ever done this to me, nor has she ever done this to me.
Though there was a shade of red on her cheeks, she looked calm. After letting go of my chin, she grabbed some tissues and continued to clean my face. “Stop moving about. Alright, alright,
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