Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 775- Let's spar
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 908 - Fourth Tablet
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 774- Demon Monster appear again
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 783: Group Battle (1)
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.07 - Gold
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 167: Ou Huang's New Method
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 423: Nobodies
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 254.1: The Tamed Queen of Eternal Night, The Truth About the Fall of the Time Goddess (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3727: The Vermillion Bird Ancestor
My Iyashikei Game
Chapter 934: Big Ghost and Small Ghost
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 57: The Princess Returns
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 773- Communication
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 907 - Endless Scars
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 772- Lightning Ocean
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 782: Seizing the Will
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 05.06 - Gold
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 077: Trust Is the Foundation!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 422: It's Good Enough to Be a Good Person
A few seconds after he called out, a repairman stood up. He was tall, almost blocking the light from the ceiling. Dressed in a simple tank top and a pair of jeans, he had a tight body that still had proportionate muscles that glowed slightly red because of the sweat and hard work. You could almost imagine the contours of his abs from his narrow waist. Stains covered his unsophisticated jeans, yet he seemed rustic and unrestrained in them.
He seemed to have a physique that results in a feeling of having one's personal space being violated, making me feel as though something had touched my face.
As such, after only a glance, I moved my sights away. Vaguely, I had the impression that his facial features were proper and attractive. After a second or two, as though the corner of my eyes had legs of their own, I took another glance at his back.
He passed by in front of me.
His slightly long bangs covered his forehead, and he had his face turned the other way, so I could not take a good look at his face. He did not greet me, acting as though I, the owner of the car, was not here. He crouched down and used his finger to wipe away the dirt, revealing the scratch underneath. There were calluses on his long-fingered hand, on his fingertips, and the area between his thumb and index finger. His rough hands that belonged to a repairman seemed somewhat sexy to me for some reason.
He stood up and put on his gloves. My height did not even reach his shoulders. I had wanted to poke his back with my finger, yet I could not do it for some reason. So, I asked, “Can it be fixed?”
“Sure.” His voice was deep and hoarse, with a hint of cigarette scent.
“How much will it be?” I asked.
“You decide.”
I could not help but look at him with surprise, This guy’s got some attitude. After making a quick estimation, I replied, “Would three hundred do?”
“Sure.” he lowered his head and went to get the tools promptly.
Yet, I became stunned.
Why do I feel a sense of familiarity the more I look at him?
No way. This is my first time here, and I’ve never be
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