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At this rate, he’s gonna burn a hole through the back of my head… Grumbling to himself, Hakyung wandered around the kitchen. He first carefully studied the layout of the kitchen and how to use the induction stove, then headed to the fridge. Since it didn’t seem like any other employees lived in the dorm, he hadn’t expected much in the way of ingredients. He had no idea why he was told to cook breakfast in the first place. He opened the door with zero expectations—only to be thoroughly…- 210.6 K • Completed
“Just sit up for a moment. You’ve got a fever, so let me give you some medi—” “Uugh!” Smack! As Jiho exhaled harshly, he slapped Dojin’s hand away, terror etched on his face. The cup Dojin had been holding slipped from his grasp, shattering with a loud crash against the floor. Startled, Dojin looked back and forth between the broken shards and Jiho. Jiho blinked dazedly in the dark bedroom, then turned his gaze to Dojin. He flinched at the shadow wrapped so deeply around Dojin…- 289.6 K • Completed
What kind of game is this, getting so obsessed with people’s faces?! It wasn’t like this before! Everyone here was staring at my face. Not just looking—they were all thinking I looked like an elf. My face grew hot from the embarrassment. I’d never felt like this before. ‘If I don’t want my face to turn red…’ I turned to Banwes as though he were my last hope. He looked at me strangely. He was the only one here not picking apart my face. Being mistaken for an elf was a far…- 183.7 K • Completed
- “Your Grace! You must come to your senses…!” “Quiet.” “…What?” Aeryl blinked in confusion as he was shoved under the desk. ‘What. What is he doing?’ And of all places, what ended up at his eye level was the Grand Duke’s lower body. Because he had to shove Aeryl in, the Grand Duke was now sitting with his legs slightly apart—putting them far too close. Even through the trousers, that gave off an overwhelming presence, and Aeryl’s eyes kept drifting toward…
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- Chapter 11: A Deep Conversation After Drinking Shen Hechuan hadn’t even figured out what kind of “help” Qiao Le meant when the car pulled up. Without thinking too much, he helped Qiao Le into the back seat and got in himself. As soon as he got inside, Qiao Le curled up on the spacious back seat. If one looked closely, they could see his body trembling slightly, his legs tense. The driver asked where they were headed. Shen Hechuan was about to say “hospital,” but Qiao Le let out a low,…
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- Back at the poorly soundproofed little house, Qin Yan quietly moved around the kitchen, making ginger tea. Soon, he brought it out. Before the tea even reached his stomach, Zhou Langxing already felt a rush of spicy heat flooding his mouth. He wanted nothing more than to pinch his nose shut, press his lips together, and clench his teeth. “Do I really have to drink this?” He hated ginger more than anything. “To ward off the chill,” Qin Yan replied simply. His gaze was soft as it fell on…
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