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!
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!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 321: Gaze
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1167- Kill the kill-stealer
That was my best friend, Zhuang Yu.
From afar, she looked exceedingly beautiful and elegant. Even though she had placed her hair into a casual ponytail, wearing a black T-shirt and leggings while having no make-up on, her beautiful appearance was still unconcealable. If she had permitted her pictures to be posted online, she would definitely top the charts for the most beautiful author.
It was just that… her growth seemed a little quick for a 19-year-old, so she had a mature woman’s charm. Using her own words, “F*ck me and my nubile appearance.” In fact, no one would suspect a thing if I said she was a beautiful and young married woman. That was why she and her nephew, Xiaohao, would always get the parent-child discounts at restaurants without fail, without presenting any identification at all.
This was one of Zhuang Yu’s pains. She was okay with her mature look, just not her overly feminine appearance; she had long, shapely eyebrows, a small, pointy nose, cherry lips, a 34C bust, and a 21-inch waist. Even with a 10 Yuan shirt on, she would still look like an alluring, young sugar baby. Obviously, this did not fit her gaming all-day, beer-drinking, sci-fi author personality. To quote her again, “F*ck! One of these days I’ll shave my head to prove my true self!”
When the dishes arrived, all of us started eating. Xiaohao was especially focused with his head lowered. Zhuang Yu and I started chatting, with her asking, “Didn’t you say you dreamt about the man on the ship? What happened next?”
“Why would there be a continuation to a dream? But something strange did happen. I met a guy that looked exactly like the man in my dreams.” I proceeded to tell her about my encounter with Wu Yu at the auto repair shop.
Abruptly, Zhuang Yu had a very serious expression.
My heart sank, and I asked, “What’s the matter?”
With a thoughtful look on her face, Zhuang Yu placed down her chopsticks and said leisurely, “Perhaps one of them came from a parallel universe.”
As I became dumbfounded, she had already let out a giggle and said, “Bu
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