PREVIEW

... was talking in a dream. The phone was shaken, and WeChat reminded that it had shaken three times.

"..." Yan Xi didn't dare to look, she was afraid that Ying Xiu would say something about the second.

Finally the phone seemed impatient and started to vibrate continuously. The sound seemed very clear in the quiet ward. Yan Xi felt guilty and felt that she would wake up Xiao Su, so she had to pick it up.

"Are you asleep?" Winxiu shouted over there, why didn't he return my messa ...

YOU MAY ALSO LIKE
The Rebirth Of An Ill-Fated ConsortChapter 231: Concern (1)
 9.9k
4.5/5(votes)
HistoricalRomanceDramaJosei

Crying blood and tears, she pledged a poisonous vow. The gods did not fail her. She was sent back to a decade ago. The legitimate daughter of Jiang family returned from hell.

MTL - Mr. You, Please Dote On MeChapter 501 End
 225.9k
3.0/5(votes)
ComedyRomanceSlice Of Life

Witnessing her boyfriend cheating on her with her bestie, Shiyao was so angry that she went to a pub for fun and met a man, who was really a piece of work. After a crazy night she fled away, but was embarrassed to know that the man she slept with was her boss You Ze.
Jesus, give her a break!

- Description from Novelupdates

The Lazy KingVolume 2, Chapter 8: Luxuria’s Affection
 1.1k
4.3/5(votes)
ActionComedyFantasySeinen

By the time I realized it, I had reincarnated into another world.

I kept sleeping, and at some point I became a Demon Lord.

Even though I never wished for it.

But for me to not have to work, this world is the best. It must be true that good things happen to good people.

The flavor of Sloth is as sweet as honey. Glory, diligence, virtue, or honor. I have no interest in anything like that.

What’s there to hide? The Lazy king is… none other than me.

I Returned, and Now I See Strange ThingsChapter 59: Click
 230
4.5/5(votes)
SupernaturalSlice Of LifeHorrorFantasy

A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.