Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 303: Choice
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 225: Goodbye
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1135- Ice Bug
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 928: The Power of a True Immortal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1134- Familiar face
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
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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