Reversed Life: Chapter 56 - Mu Song: “Fuck!”

Chapter 56: Mu Song: “Fuck!”

 

Qiao Nan: “You got a problem with that?”

 

Qiao Nan: “If you do, kiss me back.”

 

Love Bitstream: Chapter 50 - We'll Do Whatever the Guild Leader Says

Chapter 50: We'll Do Whatever the Guild Leader Says

 

After finishing the dungeon and dividing up the loot, it was about time to end the stream. Chi Zhen said goodbye to his viewers and turned the broadcast off.

 

Only after the stream ended did he click on his unread chat notifications and accept Wei Yu Ning Qiu's friend request.

Reversed Life: Chapter 55 - What? You Got a Problem With That?

Chapter 55: What? You Got a Problem With That?

 

Mu Xiangxiang: “...”

 

Qiao Nan's tone was fierce. “Well? Say something! Why aren"t you saying anything?!”

Reversed Life: Chapter 54 - I’ll Hand Over My Wallet to You. Is That Enough?

Chapter 54: I’ll Hand Over My Wallet to You. Is That Enough?

 

The girl in the middle of confessing suddenly noticed that the male lead of her imagined romance drama had turned absolutely livid.

 

Then, before she could even wonder about the sudden change in his mood, Qiao Nan abandoned her without warning and turned around to leave.

Love Bitstream: Chapter 49 - Laughter and Cheer

Chapter 49: Laughter and Cheer

 

Chi Zhen didn't know why he'd said so much to Wei Yu Ning Qiu. After he finished, not only was Wei Yu Ning Qiu speechless—even the livestream fell into dead silence.

 

Qingzhou Yiguo immediately jumped off the boat and left.

Love Bitstream: Chapter 48 - A Public Apology

Chapter 48: A Public Apology

 

Everything that happened afterward was still crystal clear in Chi Zhen's mind, as though it had happened only yesterday.

 

Qianli Jiangling invited him into a party and recruited three more guild members.

Reversed Life: Chapter 53 - Do You Have a Metal Pipe?

Chapter 53: Do You Have a Metal Pipe?

 

Perhaps the power of friendship was simply too strong—so strong that even her dreams were filled with sweetness.

 

When Mu Xiangxiang opened her eyes, sunlight had already flooded the room. A blanket her mother had bought a few days ago hung halfway off the bay window, and dust motes drifted through the beam of light.