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
Horror Game Designer
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 304: Test
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 226: Deal
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1137- Doesn't matter if you agree
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 929: Hidden Estate
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1136- Give them 10%
I, The Dragon Overlord
Chapter 667 - Angel Descends by Our Side
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 26: The Demon King Domain’s Little Provision Store Opens!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 599: The Sky Isn't Bright Yet, What to Do
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
After passing me a small piece of gauze that I pressed on the wound, he tore me a piece of tape that I pasted on.
“It’s crooked,” he finally said something.
“It’s fine. Just give me another strip.” I reached my hand toward him.
It was strange. Even though we had only met twice, even though he was the type of guy I would never become close to. I was even questioning whether he had kicked the ball at me. Yet, the two of us could sit here calmly doing these things without feeling awkward. It was as if we were old friends.
Instead of passing me a strip of tape, he got up and came in front of me. I looked up at him and saw his focused gaze. With a gentle touch, he carefully pasted the tape he held on my leg.
I did not move.
His face had no expression, and only his rough finger gently grazed my skin, causing a slight tickle and warmth.
I too put on a poker face.
As though it was not my leg that he was putting a strip of tape on, and it was not me who he was helping.
After he placed the tape, I felt his fingers gently straightening the sides of the gauze before he stood up and asked, "Will that do?"
I held my leg with both hands and looked at the ground. "Oh… sure."
"I'll head back to play football then."
"Oh, thank you."
Yet after saying that, I did not see him move as he remained standing there. I looked up and saw his eyes. Suddenly, I realized that behind his brazen, muscular body, inside those black pupils of his, there seemed to be another world hiding.
"Oh, your hat." I took the hat off and handed it to him. After taking it, he wore it and went back to the football field.
I had a dinner appointment with Zhuang Yu, so I left the library for the restaurant. As I drove there, I could not help it when my mind became filled with thoughts about Wu Yu—the way he looked, the first time I met him at that auto-repair shop that night, his fingers that touched my car, the way he chuckled when that ball rebounded and hit my head, and when he pressed the tape onto my skin while kneeling before me.
Suddenly, I noticed that my bre
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