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!
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
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
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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